First Sentence Friday
Here’s the first sentence of the book I just started:
Running out of gas, Rabbit Angstrom thinks as he stands behind the summer-dusty windows of the Springer Motors display room watching the traffic go by on Route 111, traffic somehow thin and scared compared to what it used to be.
It’s Rabbit is Rich, by John Updike. When Updike died last year the New Yorker presented excerpts from his decades of writing that really impressed me, so I decided it was time I read something by him. I’m starting with the first in the Rabbit series.