Friday’s Book Excerpts

Happy Friday, readers!

Each week I share book excerpts with:

  • Book Beginnings on Fridays hosted by Rose City Reader, where bloggers share the first sentence or more of a current book, as well as any first impressions or initial thoughts they might have. 
  • The Friday 56 hosted by Freda’s Voice, where you grab a book and turn to page 56 (or 56% of an ebook), find one or more interesting sentences, and post them.

This week my excerpts are from the book I just finished reading (about an hour ago actually). It is And All the Phases of the Moon by Judy Reene Singer.

and all the phases of the moon

Synopsis:

Delving into the mysteries of the human heart with humor and emotion, master storyteller Judy Reene Singer explores what it means to begin again after a life touched by tragedy . . .

Aila Cordeiro absolutely cannot take on an abandoned pit bull. So why is she suddenly filling food bowls for the wounded stray and opening her seaside home to him? Maybe it’s the sadness in the pup’s eyes, a sorrow that mirrors her own. But caring for another is not on Aila’s agenda anymore. As the sole owner of the general store in a Cape Cod tourist town, she has enough on her hands. Besides Aila can’t love anyone ever again. Not since her husband–her heart–boarded a boat with her beloved father two years ago, never to return . . .

Of course, life is what happens while you’re making other plans. Now instead of solitude and grief, Aila is suddenly at the center of controversy in the small town. And the only person on her side, besides her best friend, is a stranger whose heart might be more battered than her own. Ex-Navy seal Sam Ahmadi has seen his share of misfortune, which is why Aila never expects him to be the one to show her how to live again in the face of shattering loss. How to hope for the happiness you once dreamed of . . .

“Page-turning, beautifully written . . .”
Library Journal on In the Shadow of Alabama, STARRED REVIEW


Book Beginning:

I have walked this beach a million times.

It’s just a long, thin spit of land that nestles inside the curl of Provincetown and points off into Cape Cod Bay like a finger, as though warning the bay not to forget us. And not to forget the ones it took.


The Friday 56:

“I hope to visit your place tomorrow,” he added, “if that’s all right.”

“Absolutely,” I replied. “It’s the home of the Sandwich. I’ll even make you one.”

“Deal!” he said, extending his hand again to me. We touched fingers, and when his gaze lingered on my face I didn’t look away.


What are you reading this weekend? Feel free to join in with lines from your current read!

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