Every Tuesday Diane at Bibliophile By the Sea hosts First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros. You can share the first paragraph or (a few) of a book you are reading or thinking about reading soon. Then click over to Diane's blog and link up with others who are sharing from their current book. Care to join us?
My pick today is a book that is this month's selection of my F2F book club. I tried to borrow it from our library, but I couldn't get a copy in time to read it for our March get together. So I logged on to Amazon and spent my birthday gift certificate. It should come in the mail today or tomorrow.
“It sat silently, hoarding its secrets”
This particular story begins in the dusky hollows of 1991, remembered as a rotten year through and through by almost everybody living, dead or unborn. I’m sure there were a few who had it good, maybe even made millions off other people’s misfortune, but for the rest of us there wasn't a glimmer. January dawned with tracers over Baghdad, the Gulf War. It was a bad year for Saddam Hussein and the Israeli farmer (Scud missiles, weak harvest), the Politburo of the Soviet Union ( dissolved),and the sawmills of British Columbia( rising stumpage fees, etc). An estimated one hundred and fifty thousand people died in a Bangladeshi cyclone. The IRA launched a mortar attack on 10 Downing Street, shattering the windows and scorching the wall of the room where Prime Minister John Major was meeting with his cabinet. (“I think we had better start again, somewhere else”, said the prime minister.) In the Philippines, Mount Pinatubo erupted, ejecting 30 billion metric tons of magma and aerosols, draping a thick layer of sulfuric acid over the earth, cooling temperatures while torching the ozone layer.