Akelamalu tagged me for The Bookworm Meme. Here's how it all works:
Rules: Pass it on to five other bloggers.
Tell them to open the nearest book to page 46.
Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences.
The closest book, not the coolest, or the one you think will sound the best.
As it happens, the closest book to me is the one I'm currently finishing - Broken Wing by Judith James.
Judith is one of my chapter mates from Romance Writers of Atlantic Canada. I've spent many a lunch-before-the-monthly-meeting sitting across the table from her, engrossed in conversation. She was at the writers retreat this year. If you follow the link, that's Judith sitting across from me at the dinner, wearing a black shirt.
I knew from talking to Judith that her story would be just the kind of book I long for.
Here is some of the buzz she's generating online:
"Every so often, if you're lucky, you will read a book that you can't stop thinking about; that you obsess over, that you wish would never end but you rush through it to get to it. And then you want to read it all over again. Such is the case with Broken Wing.
What makes this book so good? The hero is phenomenal. When we talk tortured, he is the ideal example!! I ached - just ached for him." - DK Thain, Amazon user comments
Romantic Times gives Judith's debut novel 4 1/2 stars:
"This emotional, well-written novel has characters that are far from conventional; they're complex, heartbreaking and endearing. Readers will be enthralled by the developing relationship between the protagonists and their passion."
I'll be doing a book review of Broken Wing for next week's Thursday Thirteen. And now - on to the meme.
Turning to page 46. Counting down to the 5th sentence.
It's just past the French Revolution and before the rise of Napoleon Bonaparte. Sarah, Lady Munroe has returned to her English country house after collecting her younger brother from the clutches of a French house of extremely ill repute. Accompanying his young friend - the only friend he's ever known - is Gabriel, the deliciously handsome, exceedingly skilled prostitute who saved the young boy from Gabriel's own fate. And here's the excerpt:
"She gasped in delight and imagined herself in a magnificent, celestial ballroom. Lost in fancy, she began to sway to a haunting otherwordly melody that hung in the air, enticing, entrancing and magical. Fairy music, Davey would call it. Her reverie was broken with a start as she realized the music, faint and delicate, was real.
Hastily donning a nightgown and a wrapper, she started down the stairs."
- Judith James, 2008
Now, a-tagging I will go, a-tagging I will go: