"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us." Franz Kafka
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I must mention here that I read at my own pace and depending on my mood. Don't ask me to hurry.
Diane at Bibliophile By the Sea hosts this weekly meme. The idea is that you post the opening paragraph (sometimes maybe a few ) of a book you decided to read based on the opening paragraph (s).
Today I am posting the opening paragraph of The Hunger Angel by Herta Müller
All that I have I carry on me.
Or: All that is mine I carry with me.
I carried all I had, but it wasn’t mine. Everything either came from someone else or wasn’t what it was supposed to be. A gramophone box served as a pigskin suitcase. The light overcoat came from my father. The fancy coat with the velvet collar from my grandfather. The knickers from Uncle Edwin. The leather gaiters came from our neighbor Herr Carp, the green woolen gloves from Aunt Fini. Only the burgundy silk scarf and the toilet kit belonged to me, presents from the previous Christmas.
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4 comments:
Yes I think I would continue reading this book.
The opening is interesting enough to keep reading.
Interesting... I'd continue, too.
I'd need to read a bit more before deciding - hope you like this one.
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