It's Tuesday . . . time for . . .
Today I'm featuring an upcoming read, The Killing Kind by Jane Casey. The excerpt shared is from a hardcover version borrowed from the library.
First Chapter: I think about death a lot, but I was not thinking about it the day it came for me. I was too busy running up Ludgate Hill, dodging other people's umbrellas so they didn't shower me with icy October rain when they collided with mine. The rain was a curse for two reasons: I hated having wet feet, and otherwise I would have been hiding behind the biggest sunglasses I owned.
I wasn't just wet: I was late, which was the greatest sin of all for a barrister. My pupilmaster had told me as much on my first day. You may have to go to court unprepared, sick, hungover, stressed or even wretchedly unhappy, but for God's sake, get there on time. The whole situation made me furious with myself. I knew better than to cause myself problems for no reason, other than that I'd been up too late the night before.
What do you think? Would you continue reading?
The narrator is certainly having a bad morning--could it be an omen of worse things to come?
