Book Beginnings, First Line Friday, & Friday 56: Mildly Forgetful, Madly in Love by Beatrix Quinn

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 Mildly Forgetful, Madly in Love by Beatrix Quinn. This is a really sweet story about an older couple who are trying to find each other again.

About the Book

One missing woman, two hopeful hearts, and a trail of sticky notes no one can decipher.

When seventy-five-year-old retired botany professor Betty Wilding vanishes—again—her family assumes she’s wandered into another greenhouse or accidentally joined a silent retreat. But Betty isn’t lost. She’s chasing down a long-lost love, a decades-old betrayal, and the truth behind the letters that never reached her.

Meanwhile, Daniel Wren, gentle hardware-store philosopher and wearer of tweed in inappropriate seasons, is trying to find Betty, armed with nothing but old memories, unsent letters, and a romantic’s refusal to give up—even when everyone else thinks it’s too late.

But nothing is simple in the small town of Willowend, especially with:

• One fiercely loyal sister with a planner and a temper,
• A meddling society woman with suspiciously fresh lipstick and a plan of her own,
• And a pair of middle-aged kids who may just be falling in love while tracking down their runaway parents.

Mildly Forgetful, Madly in Love is a charming, heartfelt romantic dramedy for fans of The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. It’s about second chances, the beautiful mess of memory, and what happens when love refuses to be forgotten—even if you sometimes forget where you put your keys.

If you like your love stories witty, wistful, and just a little wild, this is the one to add to your cart right now.

Because love might grow old—but it never grows up.

Book Beginnings / First Line Friday

Betty didn't cry at the funeral. 

Friday 56

Linda Walters was pacing her living room like a general about to mount a rescue mission with only caffeine and fury as her lieutenants.

What have you been reading lately?