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Thought we could do with a new thread for a new year. :)

 

 

Tom was in the garden when the telephone rang.

 

Ripley Under Ground by Patricia Highsmith

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Sorry Kylie, I didn't realise how long the last thread was. :)

 

"I blame Charles Dickens for the death of my father."

 

This House is Haunted by John Boyne.

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"The freezing rain sifts down, handfuls of shining rice thrown by some unseen celebrant."

 

~ 'Alphinland', Stone Mattress: Nine Tales by Margaret Atwood.

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The sound of the rifle sound rang through the air.  For a few moments it seemed as if the whole world had stopped.

 

The Child's Elephant by Rachel Campbell-Johnston

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I was lying dead in the churchyard.

 

- The Weed that Strings the Hangman's Bag by Alan Bradley

I like the sound of that.  Do you like it?

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I really enjoyed it! I need to write my review on it. It's part of a mystery series featuring Flavia de Luce. The first one is The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie. I think several on here read it and enjoyed it.

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A gentle breeze from the north-east after a night of rain, and the washed sky over Malta had a particular quality in its light that sharpened the lines of the noble buildings, bringing out all the virtue of the stone; the air too was a delight to breathe, and the city of Valletta was as cheerful as though it were fortunate in love or as though it had suddenly heard good news.

 

 

 

 

- Treason's Harbour by Patrick O'Brian

 

 

 

 

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My sister and I and our little brother were born (in that order) into a very good situation and, apart from the odd new thing, life was humdrum and comfortable until an evening in 1970 when our mother listened in to our father's phone call and ended up blowing her nose on a tea towel - a thing she'd only have done in an absolute emergency.

Man at the Helm by Nina Stibbe

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I really enjoyed it! I need to write my review on it. It's part of a mystery series featuring Flavia de Luce. The first one is The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie. I think several on here read it and enjoyed it.

I've just read it too (The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag) .. I absolutely love Flavia :) 

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She was the only person to get off the train and as it pulled out again, leaving her on the empty platform, she watched the receding line of carriages tail into the distance; the dried leaves, caught in a flurry of air, chased after them down the track.
 
The Dynamite Room by Jason Hewitt

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As I sat in the sun on the wooden dock that jutted out into the pond, I knew this to be true: my name was Buddy, and I was a good dog.

 

A Dog's Journey ~ W. Bruce Cameron

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It was as black in the closet as old blood.

 

The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley

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As I sat in the sun on the wooden dock that jutted out into the pond, I knew this to be true: my name was Buddy, and I was a good dog.

 

A Dog's Journey ~ W. Bruce Cameron

 

 

Awwwwwww :wub::D

 

 

"Georgie pulled into the driveway, swerving to miss a bike."

 

Landline by Rainbow Rowell 

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As I sat in the sun on the wooden dock that jutted out into the pond, I knew this to be true: my name was Buddy, and I was a good dog.

 

A Dog's Journey ~ W. Bruce Cameron

I have this book on my TBR, the first line sounds great already!

 

I know that some of you reading this are convinced humans are a myth, but I am here to state that they do actually exist.

 

Matt Haig - The Humans

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In one of my earliest memories, my mother and I are on the front porch of our rented Carter Avenue house watching two delivery men carry our brand-new television set up the steps.

 

She's Come Undone - Wally Lamb

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In some ways they were lucky, the latrine emptiers in South Africa’s largest shantytown.

 

The Girl Who Saved the King of Sweden

By Jonas Jonasson

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On the night of 10 October 1868, after the curtain came down, a twenty-one-year-old actress left one of London's theatres, stepped into the dark streets and disappeared.

A Strange Eventful History by Michael Holroyd

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