Morning Bell

The other day my local library was having a book sale, and I found a stack of Graham Greene books--light green paperbacks, as it happened, together thick as grass--and bought them all.  I haven't read much Greene in my life and have just begun Journey Without Maps.  I'll share with you the opening sentences, which speak to me both as a reader and as a writer:

"The tall black door in the narrow city remained closed.  I rang and knocked and rang again.  I could not hear the bell ringing; to ring it again and again was simply an act of faith or despair, and later sitting before a hut in French Guinea, where I never meant to find myself, I remembered this first going astray, the buses passing at the corner and the pale autumn sun."

Keep ringing, my friends.



Joni Rodgers said…
Lovely. Thanks, M.
Jeanna Thornton said…
Mylene, the *morning bell* rings here! Profusely, like the CLATTERING OF OLD SOULS! Faith resides. Thank you for this wonderful post!

Popular posts from this blog

Harlequin Intrigue vs. Harlequin Romantic Suspense