“At the first gesture of morning, flies began stirring. Inman’s eyes and the long wound at his neck drew them, and the sound of their wings and touch of their feet were soon more potent than a yardful of roosters in rousing a man to wake. So he came to yet one more day in the hospital ward.”
Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier
*Kickin’ It Old Skool asked this morning to find the third book in on the top shelf in the house and write down the first sentence of the book.
This is more than one sentence, obviously– it just seemed like it needed at least the first three. But I thought it an appropriate book for me. When I went to the shelf to find what exactly might be three books in on my top shelf (of course, I have MANY top shelves in this house, but this was the closest one to my desk), I smiled when I saw the familiar blue cover.
Blue mountains as old as time itself. Perfect.
What’s on your shelf?