First Chapter, First Paragraph Tuesday Intros

Every Tuesday, I'll be posting the opening paragraph (sometimes maybe a few) of a book I decided to read based on the opening paragraph (s). Feel free to grab the banner and play along.  This week's selection is actually a free Kindle download, called The Bent Twig, by Dorothy Canfield. This book was first published in 1915.

" Like most happy childhoods, Sylvia's happy years lay back of her in a long, cheerful procession of featureless days, the outlines of which were blurred into one shimmering glow by the very radiance of their sunshine.  Here and there she remembered patches, sensations, pictures, scents:  Mother holding baby sister up for her to kiss, and the fragrance of the baby powder -- the pine trees near the house chanting loudly in the autumn wind -- her father's alert face, intent on the toy water-wheel he was setting for her in the little creek in their field -- the beautiful sheen of the pink silk dress Aunt Victoria had sent her -- the look of her mother's steady, grave eyes when she was so sick -- the leathery smell of the books in the University Library one day when she followed her father there -- the sound of the rain pattering on the low, slanting roof of her bedroom -- these were the occasional clearly outlined, bright-colored illuminations wrought on the burnished gold of her sunny little life.  But from her seventh birthday her memories began to have perspective, continuity.  She remembered an occasional whole scene, s whole afternoon, just as it happened."


Here's a bit of an overview of this novel in case you are interested.


Would you read this one?  I plan to, just not right now. I downloaded it for free at Amazon for my Kindle.