Wednesday, April 14, 2010
"One fog-lidded dawn in summertime a city girl, whose name was Hester, stood near the whipping post on the Tunxis village green with half a hundred strangers waiting to round up woodchucks."
The Marmot Drive by John Hersey
That may be my favorite opening sentence of the year. Woodchucks! You don't get to read a novel about woodchucks just every day.
I am on a mid-Century fiction jag, and this one definitely counts. It was published in 1953 and is about the conflicts that arise in a Connecticut village when the townsfolk gather to drive the "marmots" out of Thighbone Hollow.
I used some of my Reading Local contest money to buy this book from Hawthorne Boulevard Books, a little gem of a used book store in southeast Portland (and not to be confused with Hawthorne Books, our local literary publishing company).Thanks Reading Local!
Book Beginnings on Fridays is a Friday "opening sentence" event hosted by Becky at Page Turners.