Oops, a little late in the day getting this out, but I’ve been busy getting the house ready for friends coming over for Memorial Day dinner.
We had no takers on Friday’s ending, so I’m going to give you a bit from the same book’s opening. See if it rings any bells. I suppose most people would consider this young adult fiction, but I like it just as much now as I did then.
I hope you’ve had a lovely holiday if you had the opportunity!
On to the opening:
It was a dark and stormy night.
In her attic bedroom Margaret Murry, wrapped in an old patchwork quilt, sat on the foot of her bed and watched the trees tossing in the frenzied lashing of the wind. Behind the trees clouds scudded frantically across the sky. Every few moments the moon ripped through them, creating wraith-like shadows that raced along the ground.
C’mon, you know this one!