BOOK BEGINNINGS ON FRIDAYS
What day is it? Yikes! What a week!
I got my mom and sister moved to Omaha and flew back to Portland. But got back to the office to a crazy week. My law partner is home with covid. There is a mountain of work for me to catch up on from when I was gone. And my Instagram account was hacked, recovered, and rehacked because the hackers snuck an email address in there that let them change the password after I had recovered the account. So I’ve been trying to get my Instagram account back from Bitcoin lunatics while changing the passwords on the 800 other websites, apps, and devices in my life.
If any of you follow me on Instagram, first, thank you. Second, sorry! Please bear with me while I try to recover my account. I really do not want to start over from scratch. Just ignore all the stories trying to sell you cryptocurrency!
In the meantime, here is a delayed Book Beginnings on Fridays post. Please share the opening sentence (or so) of a book you are reading this week. Or just a book that caught your fancy.
MY BOOK BEGINNING
In the heart of the West End, there are many quiet pockets, unknown to almost all but taxi drivers who traverse them with expert knowledge, and arrive triumphantly thereby at Park Lane, Berkeley Square or South Audley Street.
YOUR BOOK BEGINNINGS
Please leave the link to your Book Beginning post in the Linky box below. If you post on social media, please use the #bookbeginnings hashtag.
THE FRIDAY 56
MY FRIDAY 56
From At Bertram’s Hotel:
“Of course you will not get run over,” said Elvira. “You know how nippy you are on your feet, and all London traffic is used to pulling up suddenly.”
What are they up to? Does not sound like a safe plan!
Please wish me luck getting my Instagram back!