Where Is Your Bookmark? (10/29/2013)

Although not intentionally, I seem to be reading quite a few books that are fitting for this time of year. Yesterday, I posted my review of Litter of the Law by Rita Mae Brown, a more relaxed seasonal read, and Thursday I will be sharing my thoughts on a more gritty read, Help for the Haunted by John Searles. This past weekend, I finished reading Juliet Dark's The Angel Stone, the third book in the Fairwick Chronicles, in which Halloween plays a large part.  My reading has certainly helped put me in the mood for the season--that and an eager young daughter who is talking nonstop about Halloween.

I have since moved on to a more traditional mystery, Darkness First, by James Hayman, involving murder and drugs.  It was random pick my husband chose for me after I gave him a list of titles I was considering reading.  The book I had really wanted to start wasn't yet downloaded to my Kindle, and I wasn't in a place I could download it.  Luckily, I have plenty of back up.

What are you reading right now?  Is it something you would recommend?  

Every Tuesday Diane from Bibliophile By the Sea hosts 

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros, where  

participants share the first paragraph (or a few) of a 

book they are reading or thinking about reading soon.

I recently read a John Searles's Help for the Haunted, which seemed rather perfect for this time of year.

Whenever the phone rang late at night, I lay in my narrow bed and listened.

My mother picked up on the first ring, so as not to wake my sister, if she was home, or me.  In hushed tones, she soothed the caller before handing the phone to my father.  His voice was stiffer, more formal, as he made plans to meet somewhere or offered directions to our faded and drooping Tudor on a dead-end lane in the tiny town of Dundalk, Maryland.  There were times when the person on the other end of the line had called from a pay phone as nearby as Baltimore.  A priest, I guessed, had scratched our number on a scrap of paper and handed it over.  Or maybe it had been found by simply searching the tissuey pages of the phonebook, since we were listed, same as any ordinary family, even if ordinary was the last thing we were.

Would you continue reading?

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