Book Beginnings, First Line Friday, & Friday 56: The Forget-Me-Not Library by Heather Webber

Book Beginnings is a weekly meme hosted by Rose City Reader that asks you to share the first sentence (or so) of the book you're reading. I'm also linking up with Carrie at Reading is My Superpower for First Line Friday. Friday 56 asks you to grab a book (any book), turn to page 56 or 56% in your ereader and share a non-spoilery sentence or two. It was started by Freda at Freda's Voice, but Anne over at My Head is Full of Books has taken over for the time being.

This week I'm featuring The Forget-Me-Not Library by Heather Webber. I'm really enjoying it so far! I haven't had as much time to read this week, so I haven't gotten as far into it as I had hoped. But that's okay. It's been a great week celebrating Christmas! 

About the Book

A detour. A chance encounter. Two women who alter the pages of each other’s story.

Juliet Nightingale is lucky to be alive. Months after a freak accident involving lightning, she’s fully recovered but is left feeling that something is missing from her life. Something big. Impulsively, she decides to take a solo summer road trip, hoping that the journey will lead her down a path that will help her discover exactly what it is that she’s searching for.

Newly single mom Tallulah Byrd Mayfield is hanging by a thread after her neat, tidy world was completely undone when her husband decided that their marriage was over. In the aftermath of the breakup, she and her two daughters move in with her eighty-year-old grandfather. Tallulah starts a new job at the Forget-Me-Not Library, where old, treasured memories can be found within the books—and where Lu must learn to adapt to the many changes thrown her way.

When a road detour leads Juliet to Forget-Me-Not, Alabama, and straight into Tallulah’s life, the two women soon discover there’s magic in between the pages of where you’ve been and where you still need to go. And that happiness, even when lost, can always be found again.

Book Beginnings / First Line Friday

On a tree-lined street in the middle of Who-Knows-Where, Alabama, fate knocked on my car window.

Friday 56

“I have to confess,” Georgia Smith said on the following Monday afternoon, “I was surprised you wanted to see this place, Tallulah. I didn’t peg you as the fixer-upper type.”

What have you been reading lately?