"Leonard was raised by his mother alone with cheerfully concealed difficulty, his father having died tragically during childbirth."
A rather late #FirstLineFridays offering ⌛ @shybookowl
"My name is Otto Ringling, ( no circus jokes, please) and I have a strange story to tell."
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I‘ve been looking forward to this one for #2026Reads. Thanks @RamsFan for lining this up for #ClassicLSFBC, I've been meaning to read it for a few years but I never got around to it. I‘ve read the first 2 chapters and just want to say: ‘Oh Ford'.
This is also one of 111 books for #192030, 1932 prompt.
In the summer of 1889, hundreds of Black residents of Liberty County, Georgia, congregated in daily worship on rough-hewn benches arranged beneath the branches of two moss-covered live oak trees near Walthourville.
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It was morning, and James Douglas awoke frightened.
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This was a reread for me. It‘s been on my shelves since I bought it at Birchall‘s Bookshop in Launceston five decades ago. While I know I was engrossed by it, I wonder what a young girl living in a small country town made of this tale set 16,000 km away in Brooklyn slum?
"The android whose name was Boy set out on an adventure."
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