Book Beginnings is a book meme hosted by Rose City Reader where participants share the first sentence (or so) of the book, along with initial thoughts about the sentence, impressions of the book, or anything else the opener inspires.
The Friday 56 is hosted by Freda’s Voice, and the rules are quite simple: Grab a book, any book, and turn to page 56 or 56% in your e-reader. Find any non-spoilery sentence(s) and post.
This week’s book:
Title: It Started With Goodbye
Author: Christina June
Publication Date: May 9, 2017
Summary (from Goodreads): Sixteen-year-old Tatum Elsea is bracing for the worst summer of her life. After being falsely accused of a crime, she’s stuck under stepmother-imposed house arrest and her BFF’s gone ghost. Tatum fills her newfound free time with community service by day and working at her covert graphic design business at night (which includes trading emails with a cute cello-playing client). When Tatum discovers she’s not the only one in the house keeping secrets, she finds she has the chance to make amends with her family and friends. Equipped with a new perspective, and assisted by her feisty step-abuela-slash-fairy-godmother, Tatum is ready to start fresh and maybe even get her happy ending along the way.
A modern play on the Cinderella story arc, Christina June’s IT STARTED WITH GOODBYE shows us that sometimes going after what you want means breaking the rules.
I am loving this book so far! Tatum’s secret graphic design business is so interesting to me, and I am really hoping that she will get the success she deserves after being accused of a crime that she had no part in. This story is kind of like a modernized version of Cinderella, which I also am enjoying. Tatum’s step-abuela also is so adorable, and I am excited to see more of her as the book progresses.
“Tatum, they have you license plate on camera. This is as good as it’s going to get.”
My first official summer outing under Bélen’s reign was pretty much how I would describe torture. McIntosh, being the school for special snowflakes, held a monumental final performance-slash-exhibiton-slash-culminating gala-slash-evening of celebration for its students. Which felt like a huge slap in the face by artistic professionals, showing me the kind of work I’d never be capable of matching, since they’d rejected me two years ago.