Book Beginnings on Friday is a meme hosted at Rose City Reader. It’s really simple: Share the first sentence of the book you are currently reading and what it means to you.
My beginning this week is from The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh:
For eight years I dreamed of fire.
I like sentences that instantly raise questions. Who is the “I”? Why are they dreaming of fire? Why do they feel it necessary to mention this fact as a means of introduction?
I am only on chapter 8 of this book, and I have determined the “who” and am starting to find out “why”, but unfortunately these answers have not held much interest for me. The subject nature of the book (the foster care system in America) is naturally bleak, and perhaps I’m just not in the “right” mood to appreciate it right now (I’ve heard so many good things about this book). But it is my book club’s selection this month so I will keep reading with an open mind in the hopes that the curiosity awakened by that first sentence will be revived.