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Tuesday Intros // A God in the Shed

Tuesday Intros: A God in the Shed by J-F Dubeau

Hosted by Bibliophile By the Sea, Tuesday Intros shares the first paragraph of a book I’m currently reading, which at the moment, is another horror book, A God in the Shed by J-F Dubeau. So far, it’s really good and I can’t wait to get to the meat of things!

Regrets are the instruments by which we learn. We tend not to repeat the mistakes we truly regret. They may cause us pain, but regrets push us to better our lives. We regret how we treat our first love, but it teaches us to be a better partner. We regret being lazy in school, but it reminds us to apply ourselves in the workplace later. We may be troubled by our regrets, but we don’t carry them with us for the rest of our lives. Instead they become milestones, honor badges that remind us how we’ve grown.

Remorse, however, is a much deeper feeling. What wouldn’t we do to take back the circumstances that birthed those scars?

So, I had to include part of the second paragraph because it’s those two lines that really put into perspective the first paragraph, and I feel, what will be the entire story. The prologue itself had me scared to go to sleep, so imagine how the rest of the book will go! Cannot wait to finish this as it has so much potential!

What do you think? Would this paragraph hook you? What have y’all been reading?

Tuesday Intros // Greener Pastures

Tuesday Intros: Greener Pastures by Michael Wehunt

Hosted by Bibliophile By the Sea, Tuesday Intros shares the first paragraph of a book I’m currently reading, which at the moment, is Greener Pastures by Michael Wehunt, a really great spooky read with really vivid imagery.

Sissa died last year, just shy of our hundred and thirtieth birthday. I ain’t talked much to folks since, excepting Mr. Pearl. Me and Sissa was both childless. But I’ve shook it off and traveled such a long way at my brittle age. I’ve come home to this nameless mountain pouring blood from its bowel.

The second I read this paragraph, I was hooked. It’s so damn visceral with that last line, a mountain pouring blood. The short story this paragraph is from, Beside Me Singing in the Wilderness, is amazing.

What do you think? Would this paragraph hook you? What have y’all been reading?