Tuesday, December 20, 2011
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday: The Language of Flowers
I just started this book this morning:
"For eight years I dreamed of fire. Trees ignited as I passed them; oceans burned. The sugary smoke settled in my hair as I slept, the scent like a cloud left on my pillow as I rose. Even so, the moment my mattress started to burn, I bolted awake. The sharp, chemical smell was nothing like the hazy syrup of my dreams; the two were as different as Carolina and Indian jasmine, separation and attachment. They could not be confused."
I'm only about 30 pages into this book but already I'm really loving it!