First Chapter, First Paragraph

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"It was only a duck pond, out at the back of the farm. It wasn't very big. Lettie Hempstock said it was an ocean, but I knew that was silly. She said they'd come here across the ocean from the old country."
 

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Faith Hope and Cherrytea said…
liking this childhood perspective.. def would keep reading - enjoy!
Mine's here
July 22, 2014 at 7:18 AM
Laurel-Rain Snow said…
I do like the sound of this one...thanks for sharing.

Here's mine: “ KATWALK”
July 22, 2014 at 7:50 AM
Sarah Mortimer said…
I absolutely loved that book. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
July 22, 2014 at 8:09 AM
Maya Love said…
Always interesting to read a book from a child's perspective. You didn't write the book title though.
July 22, 2014 at 9:06 AM
Anonymous said…
You didn't share any book info, but just based on that snippet, I would say it sounds charming, but I would need to know more :) Have a good day.
July 22, 2014 at 9:41 AM
Literary Feline said…
I really enjoyed this book and hope you do too!
July 22, 2014 at 11:25 AM
Sarah (Sarah's Book Shelves) said…
What book is this from? I think I need to know more...
July 22, 2014 at 11:55 AM
(Diane) Bibliophile By the Sea said…
Curious about the title? I like the intro.
July 22, 2014 at 5:14 PM
Catherine @ Book Club Librarian said…
Nice intro...but I'd really like to know the book title and more about the plot.

Thanks for visiting my blog.
July 22, 2014 at 5:34 PM
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