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Brother Robber by Helene Christaller

"The hut hung like a swallow's nest on the southern slope of the Apennines. Built of the same stone as the rock on which it stood, it appeared a part of nature, not a work of man. A small window opening was stopped with straw to keep out the cold wind that blew over the mountains."http://rosecityreader.blogspot.com




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Anonymous said…
I like the beginning with this nature scene I guess you could call it. Makes me want to read more. Hope you enjoy it and happy Friday! :)

Here’s my Book Beginning!
December 26, 2014 at 5:02 AM
Laurel-Rain Snow said…
Definitely piqued my interest! Thanks for sharing.

And I love your Christmas Reading Corner.

Here's mine: “CATCH ME”

December 26, 2014 at 7:10 AM
Elizabeth said…
Love the description of the hut, but I think it would be pretty cold inside. :)

ENJOY the book and your weekend.

Elizabeth
Silver's Reviews
My Book Beginnings
December 26, 2014 at 9:29 AM
Elizabeth said…
Love the photo of your Christmas reading corner.

Looks cozy.
December 26, 2014 at 9:30 AM
Sandra Nachlinger said…
The opening definitely sets the scene for this story. Sounds like the hut would be much more comfortable in summertime than in winter. I doubt if that straw kept out much of the cold.
An anthology is the perfect thing to read at this busy time of year. Looks like the editor collected stories from a good variety of authors too. I hope you're enjoying the book.
My Friday post features CHORUS LINES, CAVIAR AND CORPSES.
December 26, 2014 at 10:07 AM
JC Jones said…
Nice start. I am a sucker for books with Christmas stories. Hope you enjoy the ones you read.
December 26, 2014 at 1:15 PM
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