For today's First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intro, I'm featuring an intro from a book I'm listening to now: Winter of the World.
1933Carla knew her parents were about to have a row. The second she walked into the kitchen she felt the hostility, like the bone-deep cold of the wind that blew through the streets of Berlin before a February snowstorm. She almost turned and walked back out again.
It was unusual for them to fight. Mostly they were affectionate--too much so. Carla cringed when they kissed in front of other people. Her friends thought it was strange, their parents didn't do that. She said that to her mother, once. Her mother laughed in a pleased way and said: "The day after our wedding your father and I were separated the Great War." She had been born English though you could hardly tell. "I stayed in London while he came home to Germany and joined the Army." Carla heard this story many times, but Mother never tired from telling it. "We thought the war would last for three months but I didn't see him again for five years." "All that time I longed to touch him." "Now I never tire of it."
Would you read on? This is book #2 of a proposed trilogy. I enjoyed the first book - Fall of Giants; Ken Follett.