First on Fridays is a weekly bookish meme, created and hosted by Preeti’s Panorama.
The rules are very simple:
- Every Friday, grab a book [can be an e-read or paperback].
- Share its first two or three paragraphs along with the book’s title and cover.
- On the basis of the paragraphs/excerpt, just tell whether you would like to read it or not? One or two sentences will be enough.
I just request that you link back to ‘Preeti’s Panorama’ on your own ‘First on Fridays’ post. You can share your comments if you do not have a blog.
Have fun with it and enjoy the world of books.
Once there was a little girl who played her music for a little boy in the wood. She was small and dark, he was tall and fair, and two of them made a fancy pair as they danced together, dancing to the music the little girl heard in her head.
Her grandmother had told her to beware the wolves that prowled in the wood, but the little girl knew the little boy was not dangerous, even if he was the king of goblins.
Will you marry me, Elisabeth? The little boy asked, and the little girl did not wonder at how he knew her name.
Oh, she replied, but I am too young to marry.
Then I will wait, the little boy said. I will wait as long as you remember.
And the little girl laughed as she danced with the Goblin King, the little boy who was always just a little older, a little out of reach.
As the seasons turned and the years passed, the little girl grew older but the Goblin King remained the same. She washed dishes, cleaned the floors, brushed her sister’s hair, yet still ran to the forest to meet her old friend in the grove. Their games were different now, truth and forfeit and challenges and dares.
Will you marry me, Elisabeth? The little boy asked, and the little girl did not yet understand his question was not part of a game.
Oh, she replied, but you have not yet won my hand.
Then I will win, the little boy said, I will win until you surrender.
And the little girl laughed as she played against the Goblin King, losing every hand and every round.
Winter turned to spring, spring to summer, summer into autumn, autumn back into winter, but each turning of the year grew harder and harder as the little girl grew up while the Goblin King remained the same. She washed the dishes, cleaned the floors, brushed her sister’s hair, soothed her brother’s fears, hid her father’s purse, counted the coins, and no longer went into the woods to see her old friend.
Will you marry me, Elisabeth? the Goblin King asked.
But the little girl did not reply.
The urge to read this book was born because of one word which I read in the gist – the word ‘Goblin’.
Since a couple of months, I have got addicted to K-dramas and had just completed watching one of their series named ‘Goblin’. The drama series was really good and that is how I was hooked to a new positive image of goblin (usually goblins aren’t described as good beings).
So, I was pleasantly surprised with these first few paragraphs, which gave a strong hint of a good story. Although I am not very impressed with the writing skill, I am still counting on the story-line.
What say you all? Have these paragraphs enticed you enough to read this book revolving around Goblin?