It's Tuesday . . . time for . . .
Today I'm featuring my current read, Bitter Orange by Claire Fuller.
They must think I don't have long left because today they allow the vicar in. Perhaps they are right, although this day feels no different from yesterday, and I imagine tomorrow will go on much the same. The vicar--no, not vicar, he has a different title, I forget--is older than me by a good few years, his hair is grey, and his skin is flaky and red, sore-looking. I didn't ask for him; what faith I once had was tested and found lacking at Lyntons, and before that, my church attendance was a habit, a routine for Mother and me to arrange our week around. I know all about routine and habit in this place. It is what we live, and what we die, by.
What do you think? Would you continue reading?
I am intrigued by the opening paragraph because it conjures up questions and mystery for me. Who is the narrator, the person who is reflecting back on the past? Who is the vicar? What is Lyntons? It is enough to keep me reading on.
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