Thursday, November 11, 2021

Walden by Henry David Thoreau - BOOK BEGINNINGS

 

BOOK BEGINNINGS ON FRIDAYS

I think of Halloween as the gateway to the holidays, how about you? As soon as the jack-o-lanterns are gone, I'm planning Thanksgiving and thinking about Christmas. I love these last two months of the year!

My holiday mood makes me just want to stay home and be cozy, visit with friends, and focus on happy things. I'm never in the mood to read anything scary, super serious, or depressing. I like reading classics, including vintage mysteries like Agatha Christie, modern cozy mysteries, a little chick lit, and light nonfiction. 

What do you like to read during the holidays? I look forward to seeing your choices here on Book Beginnings on Fridays when we share some of our opening sentences!

MY BOOK BEGINNING

I’m reading Walden for Nonfiction November:
When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only.
-- Walden by Henry David Thoreau. This classic was published in 1854 and recounts Thoreau's experiences and musings while living in a cabin he built on land owned by his friend and fellow transcendentalist philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson.

YOUR BOOK BEGINNINGS

Please share the opening sentence (or so) of the book you are reading this week -- or just a book you want to share. Please use the #bookbeginnings hashtag if you share on social media. 

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THE FRIDAY 56

Another fun Friday event is The Friday 56. Share a two-sentence teaser from page 56 of your book, or 56% of the way through your e-book or audiobook, on this weekly event hosted by Freda at Freda's Voice.

MY FRIDAY 56

From Walden:
Kings and queens who wear a suit but once, though made by some tailor or dressmaker to their majesties, cannot know the comfort of wearing a suit that fits. They are no better than wooden horses to hang the clean clothes on.




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