First Paragraph: Princess Elizabeth’s Spy


Diane at Bibliophile By the Sea asks us to share the first paragraph of a book we are reading. As you can see it’s called First Chapter, First Paragraph Tuesday Intros. As readers we are often captivated or turned away by that first paragraph or two. Let’s see what you think about the first paragraph of my current read.

I started reading this World War II mystery yesterday morning. I had barely gotten into it and I felt compelled to stop and brew a pot of tea. It seemed the perfect compliment to the story. Before I finish the book I’ll probably have to bake some scones. (Mmm, maybe raspberry.) I’m breaking the first paragraph rule but I want you to jump right into it. I’m actually starting with the second paragraph:

The Bletchley estate, the former manse of Sir Herbert and Lady Fanny Leon, was a red-brick Victorian monstrosity in a faux-Tudor style. Now, under government control, it bustled with men and women in uniform, as well as civilians–mostly men in baggy wrinkled trousers and herringbone tweed jackets with leather elbow patches. The house’s formerly lush lawns were flattened and worn from all the foot and bicycle traffic. The gardens had been trampled to make room for hastily assembled huts and office buildings.

Although it was a secret to most who worked there, the real business of Bletchley was breaking Nazi military code. . .

What do you think?

Is it enough to make you want to know more?

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5 Responses to First Paragraph: Princess Elizabeth’s Spy

  1. Diane D says:

    Very descriptive- I’d keep reading!

  2. Hattie says:

    “Herringbone leather patched” jacket. I can just see it. I want this book so badly.

  3. Paulita says:

    I’d need to read a bit more to be convinced. Sounds like it’s definitely taking you to wartime Great Britain though. Here’s Mine

  4. kelley says:

    yes, it sounds very intriguing.

  5. fort worth property management says:

    I’d need to read a bit more to be convinced. Sounds like it’s definitely taking you to wartime brilliant Britain though. Here’s Mine

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