First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
The Good Neighbor: The Life and Work of Fred Rogers
by Maxwell King

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Sep 102018
 

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The Good Neighbor: The Life and Work of Fred Rogers

The Good Neighbor: The Life and Work of Fred Rogers by Maxwell King

1.
Freddy

Nancy Mcfeely Rogers had come back to her parents’ house in Latrobe, Pennsylvania, forty miles southeast of Pittsburgh, just before Fred Rogers was born. She wanted to be sure that she would have as much help and support as possible for what might be a hard delivery. Nancy’s first baby was coming two and a half years after her marriage to James Hillis Rogers, a handsome, dark-haired young man who had finished his engineering studies at Pennsylvania State University and the University of Pittsburgh. Jim Rogers and his young bride, also dark-haired and attractive, made a striking couple in this small but growing industrial city in western Pennsylvania in the mid-1920’s.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
Where The Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

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Sep 032018
 

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Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

1.
Ma
1952

The morning burned so August hot, the marsh’s moist breath hung the oaks and pines with fog. The palmetto patches stood unusually quiet except for the low, slow flap of the heron’s wings lifting from the lagood. And then, Kya, only six at the time, heard the screen door slap. Standing on the stool, she stopped scrubbing grits from the pot and lowered into the basin of worn-out suds. No sounds now but her own breathing. Who had left the shack? Not Ma. She never let the door slam.

But when Kya ran to the porch, she saw her mother in a long brown skirt, kick pleats nipping at her ankles, as she walked down the sandy lane in high heels.The stubby-nosed shoes were fake alligator skin. Her only going-out pair. Kya wanted to holler out but knew not to rouse Pa, so she opened the door and stood on the brick-‘n’-board steps. From there she saw the blue train case Ma carried. Usually, with the confidence of a pup, Kya knew her mother would return with meat wrapped in greasy brown paper or with a chicken, head dangling down. But she never wore the gator heels, never took a case.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
Bodies on the Beach (Hang Ten Australian Cozy #1) by Stacey Alabaster

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Aug 272018
 

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Bodies on the Beach (Hang Ten Australian Cozy #1)

Bodies on the Beach (Hang Ten Australian Cozy #1) by Stacey Alabaster

1
______________
Claire

Having admirers was nothing unusual for me. But on this day, I wanted to remain incognito. I was dressed in black, shades on, as I drove back into town, trying to dodge the stares coming from overhead. Caw-caw. I know a bunch of crows is called a ‘murder’, but what about seagulls? They swooped down and followed me. I knew exactly what they wanted. Food. When tourists come to the beach, that’s what they bring with them.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
The Lido by Libby Page

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Aug 202018
 

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The Lido

The Lido by Libby Page

Chapter 1
~~~~~~~~~
Step out of Brixton underground station and it is a carnival of steel drums, the white noise of traffic, and that man on the corner shouting “God Loves You”, even to the unlovable.

“Tickets for the Bixton Academy tonight”, yells a ticket tout at the station entrance. “Buying and selling tickets for the Brixton Academy!”. Commuters shake their heads at promoters and preachers who try to thrust leaflets into their clenched hands. You push through the crowds and walk past the Rastafarian selling incense and records outside the Starbucks. Across the road is Morleys, the independent department store that has stood on the street for years. “Love Brixton” glows in neon lights in the nearby window of TK Maxx.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:br>The Wife Between Us by Greer Hendricks & Sarah Pekkanen

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Aug 132018
 

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The Wife Between Us

The Wife Between Us by Greer Hendricks & Sarah Pekkanen

She walks briskly down the city sidewalk, her blond hair bouncing against her shoulders, her cheeks flushed, a gym bag looped over her forearm. When she reaches her apartment building her hand dips into her purse and pulls out her keys. The street is loud and busy, with yellow cabs racing by, commuters returning from work, and shoppers entering the deli on the corner. But my eyes never stray from her.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson

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Jul 302018
 

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Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson

february 12, 1963

I am born on a Tuesday at University Hospital
Columbus, Ohio
USA-
a country caught

between Black and White

I am born not long from the time
or far from the place
where
my great-great-grandparents
worked the deep rich land
unfree
dawn till dusk
unpaid
drank cool wather from the scooped-out gourds
looked up and followed
the sky’s mirrored constellation
to freedom.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
High Seas Homicide (Hannaford British Cozy #1) by Danielle Collins

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Jul 232018
 

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High Seas Homicide (Hannaford British Cozy Mystery Book 1) by [Collins, Danielle]

High Seas Homicide (Hannaford British Cozy #1) by Danielle Collins

Lucy Hannaford was in the middle of racking her brains for what she would do next when her husband John came home from work. He worked as a tax attorney for the city of London- the least glamorous job anyone could possible have. She didn’t envy his work. He came home weary, his head down, his back hunched over. He went straight for the armchair every day, not even bothering to change his clothes. He pushed his shoes off his feet, then scrounged around for the television remote.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
The Bridge: A Collection of Short Stories by Paula Kay

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Jul 162018
 

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The Bridge: A Collection of Short Stories

The Bridge: A Collection of Short Stories by Paula Kay

Not Today

Laura glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror as she waited for the light to change.

So tired. She looked so damn tired. And old. And pathetic, she thought as she noticed just how red her eyes were from the latest onslaught of tears that had come during the last hour.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
Heaven Adjacent by Catherine Ryan Hyde

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Jul 092018
 

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Heaven Adjacent

Heaven Adjacent by Catherine Ryan Hyde

Three Months After The Move

Chapter One
When Somebody Hands You A Fish

Roseanna was standing under the barely warm water in her tiny, cold makeshift shower when the bell at the gate began to clang.

She cursed to herself a few times, under her breath but out loud, rinsing off more or less all at once and grabbing a towel. She stepped out into her shabby and small add-on bathroom, toweled her hair briefly, then wrapped the towel around herself.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
Us Against You by Fredrik Backman

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Jul 022018
 

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Us Against You by Fredrik Backman

It’s Going To Be Someone’s Fault

Have you ever seen a town fall? Ours did. We’ll end up saying that violence came to Beartown this summer, but that will be a lie; the violence was already here. Because sometimes hating one another is so easy that it seems incomprehensible that we ever do anything else.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
Half A Heart by Karen McQuestion

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Jun 252018
 

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Half A Heart by Karen McQuestion

He’d never seen his father so angry, and that was saying a lot, because he’d seen him plenty mad the last few years. Tia really was to blame, not that it mattered. He should have known not to listen to her.

Afer their parents left the house that Saturday, she lured Logan out of his bedroom with the promise of marshmallows.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
Live Your Life: 14 Days to the Best You by Ann LeFevre

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Jun 182018
 

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Live Your Life: 14 Days to the Best You

Live Your Life: 14 Days to the Best You by Ann LeFevre

Day 1
Silence The Voices

Growing up, I was never much of an athlete. I grew up in the woods, in the heart of nature, with opportunities to hike and climb and play, but I preferred to read and play piano. If my family went for a hike or a vacation that required some walking, I would always whine and need to sit down and “take a break”. I wasn’t completely sedentary when I was little, however. I got some physical activity when I would pretend to be a dancer or singer in my basement. But as a young child, I don’t think anyone would have described me as “active”.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros
Britt-Marie Was Here by Fredrik Backman

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Jun 112018
 

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Britt-Marie Was Here by Fredrik Backman

Forks. Knives. Spoons.
In that order.
Britt-Marie is certainly not the kind of person who judges other
people. Far from it.

But surely no civilized person would even think of arranging a
cutlery drawer in a different way from how cutlery drawers are sup-
posed to be arranged?
We’re not animals, are we?

 

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
This Is Me by Crissy Metz

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Jun 042018
 

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This Is Me by Crissy Metz

One
Use The Pretty Napkin

My cell rang just as I was leaving LAX and pulling onto the 405. Am I a Hollywood cliché  or what? A pleasant voice filled the car, saying a name I couldn’t quite make out, followed by “I’m Oprah Winfrey’s chief of staff.”

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
Never Stop Walking by Christina Rickardsson

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May 282018
 

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Never Stop Walking: A Memoir of Finding Home Across the World
by Christina Rickardsson

The Journey Begins
Umea, Sweden – Winter 2015

One sunny day three years ago, I woke up afraid. Terrified is more apt. I was terrified of living. I’d hit the wall. Everyone knows about that wall. You can hit it at different speeds. You can run, jog, or trudge into it. The faster you’re going, the more it’s going to hurt when you hit it, and the greater your injuries will be. It’s simple math, and equation that makes altogether to much sense. I had run straight into that wall at speak speed, as if I were running a four hundred meter race.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry
by Fredrik Backman

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May 212018
 

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My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry

My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry by Fredrik Backman

TOBACCO

Every seven year old deserves a superhero. That’s just how it is. Anyone who doesn’t agree needs their head examined. That’s what Elsa’s granny says, at least.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
Framed in Cherry Hills (Cozy Cat Caper Mystery #2)
by Paige Sleuth

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May 142018
 

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Framed in Cherry Hills (Cozy Cat Caper Mystery, #2)

Framed in Cherry Hills (Cozy Cat Caper Mystery #2) by Paige Sleuth

“Something is wrong,” Imogene Little said, twining her fingers together. “Willow is never late”.

Katherine Harper looked at the clock n Imogene’s home office. “It’s only twelve-fifteen. Maybe she got snaged in traffic.”

Imogene shooke her head, her auburn locks flying around her shoulders. “She would have called in that case. She would at least have picked up her phone when I called.”

Even if she were driving?”

Imogene nodded. “She has one of those fancy hands-free sets. Something must be wrong. It’s the only possibility”.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
The Sun Does Shine: How I Found Life and Freedom on Death Row
by Anthony Ray Hinton

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May 072018
 

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The Sun Does Shine: How I Found Life and Freedom on Death Row
by Anthony Ray Hinton

Capital Offense
But more so than the evidence, I have never had as strong a feeling in trying any other case that the defendant just radiated guilt and pure evil as much as in the Hinton trial.
Prosecutor Bob McGregor

There is no way to know the exact second your life changes forever. You can only begin to know that moment by looking in the rear-view mirror. And trust me when I tell you that you never, ever see it coming. Did my life change forever the day I was arrested? Or did the life-changing moment happen even earlier? Was that day just the culmination of a whole series of fateful moments, poor choices, and bad luck? Or was the course of my life determined by being black and poor and growing up in a South that didn’t always care to be civil in the wake of civil rights? It’s hard to say. When you are forced to live out your life in a room the size of a bathroom-a room that’s five feet wide by seven feet long- you have plenty of time to replay the moments of your life. To imagine what might have happened if you had run when they came chasing you. Or if you had gotten that baseball scholarship. Or married that girl when you had the chance. We all do it. Replay the horrific moments of our lives and imagine them by going left instead of right, being this person instead of that person, making different choices. You don’t have to be locked up to occupy your mind and your days trying to rewrite a painful past or undo a terrible tragedy or make right a horrible wrong. But pain and tragedy and injustice happen- they happen to us all. I’d like to believe it’s what you choose to do after such an experience that matters the most- that truly changes your life forever.

I’d really like to believe that.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros:
The Railway Children by E. Nesbit

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Apr 302018
 

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The Railway Children

The Railway Children by E. Nesbit
Narrated by Jenny Agutter

Chapter One
The Beginning Of Things

They were not railway children to begin with. I don’t suppose they had ever thought about railways except as a means of getting to Maskelyne and Cooke’s, the pantomime, Zoological Gardens, and Madame Tussaud’s. They were just ordinary suburban children, and they lived with their father and mother in an ordinary red-brick-fronted villa, with coloured glass in the front door, a tiled passage that was called a hall, a bathroom with hot and cold water, electric bells, French windows, and a good deal of white paint, and “every modern convenience”, as the house-agents say.

First Chapter, First Paragraph, Tuesday Intros:
The Flower Girl Murder by Keith Hirshland

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Apr 232018
 

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The Flower Girl Murder

The Flower Girl Murder by Keith Hirshland

Lancaster Heart continued to stare at his mobile phone. The fella on the other end had long since sighned off. He diverted his attention, momentarily, to the computer screen in front of him. The script for the lead story of that evening’s newscast was only a paragraph. A glance at the Rolex on his left wrist told him he still had plenty of time; the big red ticking numbers on the digital clock on the wall confirmed it. His gaze returned to the phone still in his hand, blank screen staring back. He exhaled.

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