Book Beginnings

"One by one, peal by peal, the joyful church bells fell silent. First, word reached the chapel of St. Anna's; from there, the message passed to St. Sotiris's where the ringer looped the bell rope on its hook and set off to her daughter's for more news. ..So they found a bicycle and told the oldest boy to travel quickly; and midway through a celebratory peal, that bell too faltered in its rhythm, and was still."http://rosecityreader.blogspot.com

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Rebecca @ The Key to the Gate said…
Great beginning! This looks like a perfect summer read with some substance. Thanks for visiting me @ The Key to the Gate! Have a great weekend.
Happy Reading,
Rebecca
June 27, 2014 at 6:46 AM
Sandra Nachlinger said…
I love this opening and I'm curious about what has happened to still the bells. I'll read this one.
Here's the link to my Friday post: INTERIOR DESIGNS.
June 27, 2014 at 8:58 AM
Anonymous said…
where is he?...well a room obviosuly, but what country?

My BB and 56
June 27, 2014 at 9:26 AM
Catherine @ Book Club Librarian said…
I enjoyed this imaginative opening. Hope the story is as good.

My Friday post: http://www.bookclublibrarian.com/2014/06/friday-focus-friday-56-book-beginnings_27.html
June 27, 2014 at 10:41 AM
Claudia {Sparrowhawk} said…
Makes me think of Sherlock Holmes and his thrilling adventures :)

Sparrow's BB & Friday 56
June 27, 2014 at 12:22 PM
Katherine P said…
Sounds like a fun book! I definitely want to know why the bells quit ringing?
June 27, 2014 at 5:42 PM
Elizabeth said…
I LOVE the cover and the beginning.

I love pealing bells. :)

THANKS so much for sharing.

Elizabeth
Silver's Reviews
My Book Beginnings
June 27, 2014 at 7:12 PM
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