Friday Fun - May 6th, 2022

Welcome to my Friday Fun post. This is where I share with two different book parties that post on Fridays: Book Beginnings on Fridays and the Friday 56.

I read the first book by Sibella Giorello, The Stones Cry Out. This is the first book in her Raleigh Harmon series.

I just started A Song Unheard by Roseanna M. White. This is the second book in her Shadows Over England series. I read the first book, A Name Unknown, back in February for one of my challenges. 

Book Beginnings on Fridays

(Please join Gilion Dumas for Book Beginnings every Friday to share the first sentence (or so) of the book you are reading, along with your initial thoughts about the sentence, impressions of the book, or anything else the opener inspires. Please remember to include the title of the book and the author's name.)

Here is my book beginnings for The Stones Cry Out by Sibella Giorello.

"The dead man's mother lives on Castlewood Street, in a battered gray house guarded by a mean echo of 'No Trespassing' signs.

'Looks inviting,' John Breit says cheerfully, 'Good luck in there.'"

Sarcasm much? LOL

Here is my book beginnings for A Song Unheard by Roseanna M. White

"'The music seeped into her soul like fog over the Thames. Willa Forsythe leaned back against the grimy bricks and tilted her face up to the early-evening mist. It kissed her cheeks, cooled her, dampened her clothes. She let it. It was a reasonable price to pay for this."

Remembering Willa from the first book, I could see her love for music here.

Now for:

The Friday 56

The Friday 56 is hosted over at Freda's Voice.

Rules:

*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
(If you have to improvise, that's ok.)
 *Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it) that grab you.
*Post it.
*Add your (url) post below in Linky. Add the post url, not your blog url. It's that simple.

Here are my Friday 56 selections.

The Stones Cry Out by Sibella Giorello

"Heat from the rough brick radiates through my blouse, burning the skin on my back. I watch Madame cruise the courtyard like a crazy windup toy. When finally I pull myself from the wall, the brick snags my blouse, pulling the threads."

A Song Unheard by Roseanna M. White

"De Wilde only glanced at Willa once, for the briefest of moments, before turning his smile on Gwen. But it was enough to scald her. 'I have heard that you played, mademoiselle. And have heard, too, that you are modest-that you were quite good. Would that I could hear you.'"