Days Of Awe by Lauren Fox

"The morning of Josie's funeral was cloudless and knife-sharp, one of those bitter spring days that comes sandwiched between warmer ones and reminds you not to grow accustomed to good things. I was leaning against my car, face to the sun, trying to breathe, when Mark pulled into a spot near mine. I turned and watched as he got out of the car. He wore the scarf Chris and I had gotten him for his last birthday, soft dark blue cashmere, and my heart slammed inside my chest: that beautiful scarf still existed, warm as a blanket, and Josie was gone."http://bibliophilebythesea.blogspot.com
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Literary Feline said…
Such a sad opening. I remember hearing about this one before and being curious about it. The intro drew me in right away. I hope to read this one at some point. I hope you are enjoying it!
August 18, 2015 at 8:56 AM
Laurel-Rain Snow said…
Oh, what a perfect description of a sad day...a "knife-sharp" day seems appropriate.

Thanks for sharing...and for visiting my blog.
August 18, 2015 at 9:05 AM
Monica's Bookish Life said…
I've been hearing a lot about this book. I really like the opening, so I'd keep reading!
August 18, 2015 at 10:42 AM
Kay said…
This is a sad paragraph, but I'm definitely interested in the book. Have been reading a bit about it around the blogs. Hope it's a good one.
August 18, 2015 at 12:10 PM
Sarah (Sarah's Book Shelves) said…
I reviewed this one recently...and really loved it! It started a bit slowly for me, but I ended up loving her snarky writing style!
August 18, 2015 at 1:01 PM
(Diane) Bibliophile By the Sea said…
Oh wow Tea, sad but compelling. I'd read more.
August 18, 2015 at 4:25 PM
Tea said…
All of you are in my head, I'm having the same thoughts about this one. Glad you stopped by my house.:)
August 19, 2015 at 3:12 AM
bermudaonion said…
I'm looking forward to reading this one!
August 20, 2015 at 6:09 PM
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