This week, I'm reading Lost and Fondue by Avery Aames.
And here's how the book starts:
"The Ziegler Winery will be the perfect site,
Charlotte. So historic!" Meredith, my best friend since grade school, twirled in the middle of The Cheese Shop, arms spread wide, the flaps of her red raincoat fluting outward.
Jumping ahead to page 56, we find:
Wolford, who stood beneath the arch leading to the dining room, said, "Is the treasure real?"
I'm about half way through the book, and I'm enjoying it so far. Hoping to get the book finished this weekend and a review up early next week.