![]() ![]() But on this late afternoon in December, it stood fairly ablaze with light, and from its open doors streamed a flood of excited children, laden with book-bags, balloons on strings, and small paper bags filled with sweets. ![]() It was surrounded by a Tarmac playground and a tall wrought-iron fence, and presented a fairly forbidding face to the world. It was a solid Victorian edifice, built of granite blocks, and had three entrances, marked Boys, Girls, and Infants, a legacy from the days when segregation of the sexes was mandatory. The Porthkerris Council School stood half-way up the steep hill which climbed from the heart of the little town to the empty moors which lay beyond. Keep scrolling for this week’s Book Beginnings and The Friday 56…īook Beginnings is a bookish meme hosted by Rose City Reader that asks you to share the first sentence (or so) of the book you’re reading, along with your initial thoughts/impressions. I’m writing this ahead of time, so hopefully by the time this post is published, I’ll have sped through several chapters while soaking up the sun. ![]() I’m taking this with me to the river for the long Fourth of July weekend. With Tome Topple in full swing, it’s the perfect time to finally dive into this cozy coming-of-age novel. Coming Home has been on my TBR for a while now, and I was determined to pick it up as part of my #20BooksofSummer reading. ![]()
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