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Book Beginnings on Fridays
Book Beginnings on Fridays is a meme hosted at Rose City Reader where you share the first sentence (or so) of the book you are reading, along with your initial thoughts about the sentence, impressions of the book, or anything else the opener inspires. Please remember to include the title of the book and the author’s name.
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child
I haven’t read this one yet, it’s on my TBR list. My son received it as a gift for Christmas, but he’s at that age where he just doesn’t have time for reading. He’d rather work on computer programming! Maybe he’ll take up reading again over the summer.
Until then, for those Potterheads like me out there who haven’t had a chance to read this one yet, here’s the Book Beginnings:
A Busy and crowded station. Full of people trying to go somewhere. Amongst the hustle and bustle, two large cages rattle on top of two laden trolleys. They’re being pushed by two boys, JAMES POTTER and ALBUS POTTER, their mother, GINNY, follows after. A thirty-seven-year-old man, HARRY, has his daughter, LILY, on his shoulders.
Albus: Dad. He keeps saying it.
Harry: James, give it a rest.
James: I only said he might be Slytherin. And he might so…(Off his dad’s glare.) Fine.
Albus (looking up at his mum): You’ll write me, won’t you?
The Friday 56
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
(If you have to improvise, that’s ok.)
*Find any sentence, (or few, just don’t spoil it)
*Add your (url) post below in Linky. Add the post url, not your blog url.
*It’s that simple.
Here’s a blurb from page 56:
BECAUSE THIS TRAIN–IT DOESN’T LIKE PEOPLE GETTING OFF IT…
The trolley witch’s hands transform into spikes. She smiles.
So please retake your seat for the remainder of the journey.
Albus: You were right, Scorpius. The train is magical.
Scorpius: At this precise moment in time, I take no pleasure in being right.
Albus: But I was also right–about the viaduct–that’s water down there, time to try the cushioning charm.
Scorpius: Albus, this is a bad idea.
Albus: Is it? (He has a moment’s hesitation, then realizes time for hesitation has passed.) Too late now. Three. Two. One. Molliare!
He incants as he jumps.
What do you think? How do you feel about reading a book in script format? Do you wish J.K.Rowling wrote this as a novel?