Friday 56 is hosted at Freda's Voice and Book Beginnings is hosted by Rose City Reader. The idea is to share a sentence or so from the first page and the 56th page of the book you are currently reading! Also, I will now also include a brief synopsis.
A Brief Synopsis: A student at NYU in Greenwich Village, Liz McLane is pursuing her dream of becoming a poet and, at the same time, determined to find her birth mother, no matter what the results may be. Through her journals, Liz records her struggle to navigate adoption bureaucracy and laws. In spare and poignant poems, she confides her fears and her prayers. Could her birth mother be the unknown guitarist in Washington Square Park, who sings a soulful song in a strangely familiar voice? Against a backdrop of college life—classes on Alice Munro and Billy Collins and an active social life—and with the help of her sister, friends, and a private investigator, Liz summons the courage to face the truth about her mother and herself.
Beginning of the Book:
Page 56:
A couple kiss under the arch "Miss!" they call take our picture?"
This is told through journal entries and poems; this is also an ARC, so it is not the finished version. Since ARCs are often not fully edited and/or formatted, we'll see how this one goes.
A Brief Synopsis: A student at NYU in Greenwich Village, Liz McLane is pursuing her dream of becoming a poet and, at the same time, determined to find her birth mother, no matter what the results may be. Through her journals, Liz records her struggle to navigate adoption bureaucracy and laws. In spare and poignant poems, she confides her fears and her prayers. Could her birth mother be the unknown guitarist in Washington Square Park, who sings a soulful song in a strangely familiar voice? Against a backdrop of college life—classes on Alice Munro and Billy Collins and an active social life—and with the help of her sister, friends, and a private investigator, Liz summons the courage to face the truth about her mother and herself.
Beginning of the Book:
Back when my heart was a little red jewel
before my longings or limbs were formed
my mother, just nineteen was fated to choose:
should she keep me or give me away.
Page 56:
A couple kiss under the arch "Miss!" they call take our picture?"
This is told through journal entries and poems; this is also an ARC, so it is not the finished version. Since ARCs are often not fully edited and/or formatted, we'll see how this one goes.
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