Tuck

I started reading a book called “Tuck Everlasting” this morning. The first paragraph of the book sparked my interest simply due to the imagery. It is one of the most thought provoking groups of words that I have read in a long time. I hope you like it.

“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks than come before are only a climb from balmy spring and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much colour. Often at night there is lightening, but it quivers all alone. There is no thunder, no relieving rain. These are strange and breathless days, the dog days, when people are led to do things that they are sure to be sorry for after.”

I will let you know how the rest of the book turns out… But this is an amazing start.

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My birthday was very happy. Thank you all for the great comments and fond wishes…
It makes me feel like I should not eat worms after all!