Good afternoon, I am Mrs Rachel Lynde. I am at home, in Avonlea on Prince Edward Island. It’s a lovely day and so I am sitting on my porch enjoying the sunshine. I’ve just seen Matthew Cuthbert going past in his buggy wearing his best clothes. Where could he be going? He should be out sowing! He doesn’t generally go to town at this time of year and he never pays calls. Maybe I should step over to Green Gables after tea and find out from Marilla what’s going on …
Just quote a couple of spoiler-free sentences the book you’re reading to tempt other readers.
Here is mine:-
“Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies’ eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde’s Hollow it was a quiet well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde’s door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof.”
Isn’t that a great opening?!
This all comes courtesy of Anne of Green Gables by L M Montgomery