Posts from the ‘Provence’ Category

FRIDAY 56

Friday 56Rules:
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
*Find any sentence, (or a few, just don’t spoil it) that grabs you.
*Post it.
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*Add your (url) post below in Linky.
*Add the post url, not your blog url. It’s that simple.

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I will post for this meme a passage from a book
presented on France Book Tours
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Summer of FranceClick on the book cover to know more about the book

“The trips around the country without spouses in tow continued. Jeanne-Marie and Grayson dropped the teenagers in Aix with enough money for lunch or ice cream before setting off to explore the cliff villages or to Grasse for the parfumerie or to Monaco to try their luck at the casinos.
When I had time, usually in the evenings after Chantal had left, I wondered what happened to my family. What happened to my plans to gather everyone close, to share the beauty of a new country together?”
Nook screen 56

WHAT DO YOU THINK?
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN THIS SHORT EXCEPT?

Wordless Wednesday (Nov. 20)

Statue in AixAlmost wordless:
A statue at the corner of a street in Aix-en-Provence.

Click on the picture to access my original post.

And be sure to follow the upcoming tour of
Taking Root in Provence, by Anne-Marie Simons,
you may understand why there are so many corners in Aix
with a statue of the Virgin Mary.
NB: the answer is in her book!

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More Wordless Wednesday

First Chapter First Paragraph — The Promise of Provence

first paragraphEvery Tuesday,
Diane at Bibliophile by the Sea posts the first paragraph of her current read.
Anyone can join in.
Click on the logo to link your post.

I will share here the first paragraph of a book
in the Completed Tours category.

Promise of Provence
457 pages
ISBN 9780991931316

Publication Date: May 30, 2013 through CreateSpace
Available on Amazon worldwide     USA   Canada   UK    FR
and may be ordered at any bookstore

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Stepping out the front door into a wash of cool autumn air, Katherine closed her eyes and inhaled its crispness.
It doesn’t get much better than this, she thought, walking briskly through the leafy neighborhood.
Her usual 7:00 a.m. route to work caught the city in its final stretch of waking up. She loved the sense of lingering quiet while a blanket of calm lay gently in the air. Even the traffic seemed to move sleepily, preceding the honking, gesturing, and gridlock that would evolve as rush hour developed.

Patricia Sands’ website | The virtual book tour | My review

WHAT DO YOU THINK?
WOULD YOU KEEP READING?