Posts tagged ‘Africa’

FRIDAY 56 (Dec. 20)

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

Inside the office, a squirrelly fellow with coppery hair –the lieutenant governor, I imagined– was scribbling on some papers and pursing his lips thoughtfully. No doubt he was keeping me waiting to impress upon me the significance of his position, so I looked around and waited for him to get tired of his own importance.
page 56

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WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN THIS SHORT EXCEPT?

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Bookpage Readers’ Choice #12: A Spear of Summer Grass

BOOKPAGE

just revealed their
2013 Readers’ choice top 15 books,
and we are delighted to announce
that a book presented
on France Book Tours made it

#12
is

Spear of Summer Grass

Author’s website | Goodreads

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SYNOPSIS

Don’t believe the stories you have heard about me.

I have never killed anyone, and I have never stolen another woman’s husband. Oh, if I find one lying around unattended, I might climb on, but I never took one that didn’t want taking.

And I never meant to go to Africa.

Paris, 1923

The daughter of a scandalous mother, Delilah Drummond is already notorious, even amongst Paris society. But her latest scandal is big enough to make even her oft-married mother blanch. Delilah is exiled to Kenya and her favorite stepfather’s savannah manor house until gossip subsides.

Fairlight is the crumbling, sun-bleached skeleton of a faded African dream, a world where dissolute expats are bolstered by gin and jazz records, cigarettes and safaris. As mistress of this wasted estate, Delilah falls into the decadent pleasures of society.

Against the frivolity of her peers, Ryder White stands in sharp contrast. As foreign to Delilah as Africa, Ryder becomes her guide to the complex beauty of this unknown world. Giraffes, buffalo, lions and elephants roam the shores of Lake Wanyama amid swirls of red dust. Here, life is lush and teeming-yet fleeting and often cheap.

Amidst the wonders-and dangers-of Africa, Delilah awakes to a land out of all proportion: extremes of heat, darkness, beauty and joy that cut to her very heart. Only when this sacred place is profaned by bloodshed does Delilah discover what is truly worth fighting for-and what she can no longer live without.  [from the author’s website]

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VIRTUAL BOOK TOUR SCHEDULE

Monday, July 8
Review + Giveaway at Let Them Read Books

Tuesday, July 9
Interview+ Giveaway at Words And Peace

Wednesday, July 10
Giveaway at Vvb32 Reads

Thursday, July 11
Review at The Most Happy Reader
Review at Griperang’s Bookmarks

Friday, July 12
Review + Giveaway at Caffeinatedlife.net
Review at Redlady’s Reading Room

First Chapter First Paragraph — A Spear of Summer Grass

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.

 
Spear of Summer Grass384 pages,

ISBN 978-0778314394
Release date: April 30, 2013 by Harlequin MIRA

 

 

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Don’t believe the stories you have heard about me. I have never killed anyone, and I have never stolen another woman’s husband. Oh, if I find one lying around unattended, I might climb on, but I never took one that didn’t want taking. And I never meant to go to Africa. I blame it on the weather. It was a wretched day in Paris, grey and gloomy and spitting with rain, when I was summoned to my mother’s suite at the Hotel de Crillon. I had dressed carefully for the occasion, not because Mossy would care -my mother is curiously unfussy about such things. But I knew wearing something chic would make me feel a little better about the ordeal to come. So I put on a divine little Molyneux dress in scarlet silk with a matching cloche, topped it with a clever chinchilla stole and left my suite, boarded the lift and rode up two floors to her rooms.

Deanna Raybourn’s website | The virtual book tour | My interview with the author

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