Every Tuesday Diane at Bibliophile By the Sea hosts First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros, where readers share the first paragraph or (a few) of a book.
I know, I know…it’s then end of January and everyone has spring fever. Nonetheless, my selection for today is from Christmas on Jane Street, by Billy Romp with Rhonda Urbanska. It’s about a guy whose family sells Christmas trees on the same corner in New York City every year. I found out about it from a blogger last December, but I couldn’t get it until interlibrary loan found a copy for me this past week. For some reason when I searched for it in December, it seemed that it was no longer available. Now it's back on the Amazon listing at a good price. Must get a copy.
When my daughter lifted the green ribbon on my gift that Christmas morning, my heart started racing. Despite what I do for a living, I’ve never been big on presents—giving or receiving them. Up until now. This gift meant more to me than any Christmas gift I’d ever given, or received. This gift carried a message I didn’t want either of us to ever to forget.