First Chapter, First Paragraph Tuesday is hosted by Diane at Bibliophile by the Sea – it’s is a weekly meme where you share the first paragraph (or two) from a book you are considering reading.
I love lad-lit. I’m fairly sure the genre is yet to be sullied by stuff that’s churned out to keep up with demand but then again, maybe I’ve just managed to hit on the best of what’s on offer. Love Monkey by Kyle Smith shows great lad-lit promise – humour, an over-analysis of relationships and a comparison to High Fidelity. Yay!
“Saturday, July 7
8:00 A.M. Arise
8:00-8:15. Light stretching. Don’t forget those hamstrings. A few push-ups to warm the blood.
8:20. Out the door, hit Central Park Reservoir. Do six laps. Pace: seven minutes per mile. That’s ten and a half miles in seventy-five minutes.
9:45. Back home. Shower, reread The Brothers Karamazov (“Grand Inquisitor” episode only).
11:45. Call Mom.
12:30. Lunch. Grilled quail, wild rice, spinach salad, fresh-squeezed oj.
1:00. To the Met. Check out Vermeer exhibit. Strike up conversation with cute twenty-five-year-old Dutch graduate student I meet standing in front of Woman Wearing Doily Around Her Neck; obtain her numerals, agree to meet her at the Carlyle ‘early next week.’
That’s what it says in my Yahoo! appointment book for today, anyway. But back here on Planet Manhattan, I creep out of bed as dawn breaks over Honolulu and skulk in the shower for forty-five minutes. (I know it was forty-five minutes because I had Pink Floyd’s The Wall in my Raindance CD player, and I got all the way through disc one.) Then I pick, off the floor, a few more dead flower petals from The Dinner and plant myself on the sofa that still bears my ass print from last night, surrounded by my twenty-first-century entertainment and sodium-delivery devices: four fiendishly over-complicated, girl-proof remote controls; two near-spent crinkly bags of salty snacks.”
So, two very different pictures of the main character, Tom Farrell.
Buy it or bin it?