Every Wednesday I’ll choose a book off one of my (many, many) shelves that I haven’t read for some reason or another, and include the first few lines from the first page.
Feel free to join in, and comment about the books I feature if you have read them!
The only shade there is blackens a rectangle in the dirt beneath the overhang of the seller’s open stall. The girl stands there, behind a row of hanging wooden skeletons that dangle from the eaves.
“You like the skeleton?” the seller asks. “Give me a price.”
“They look funny. Their arms are too long. They go down to their ankles,” she says. “And where do you get wood from around here anyway? There’s not a tree for miles.”
The seller shrugs. He doesn’t understand.
Sometimes nothing is quieter than Mexico at ten in the morning in summer.
In the Path of Falling Objects by Andrew Smith