This week, I'm reading Cana Rising by Dinah Swan. I just passed the half way point at lunch time, so I'll be reviewing it at some point next week.
But here's the first sentence of the prologue:
"Sheree, you're a stooge and a druggie," Scott Bridges said. "You can't just boogie. You want to go to jail?"
And here's chapter one's first sentence:
Mary Alice Tate knew how to put on a party.
And now, turning to page 56, we find:
Mary Alice sipped her cognac. "So you'd really get married to get elected governor?"
I am enjoying this book. I'm just having a hard time finding reading time.