Friday book - The Last Photograph

On Fridays I participate in BookBeginnings, hosted by Rose City Reader, and The Friday 56 - hosted by Freda’s Voice. Both involve sharing excerpts from a current book - the beginning and - you guessed it - page 56. 

It's fun because you get to showcase a book that you're about to read, or busy with, and also visit other people, and add to your bulging pile of books you want to read.

Beginning:

He walks into the living room and June is dead. 

No soft movement across her chest, no quivering eyelid. The sunlight from the window catches her lashes and greying blonde hair. Her painted red nails rest on the arm of the faded chair.

He centres her, checking the light. Focusing, he clicks the shutter.


P56

Rook pretended not to see them. He thought of the first time he'd gone to the pub in Backton, how he'd stood amongst the crush of bodies, hoping that his father would turn and acknowledge him. That hovering feeling of not fitting in.

This week's book-

This is an early print copy from the publisher - so it doesn't feature on Goodreads yet. The picture is my bad photography, but you get the gist. It seems that a Kindle version is available on Amazon.

The blurb reads:

Rook Henderson is an award- winning photographer, still carrying the hidden scars of war. Now, suddenly, he is also a widower. Leaving his son Ralph to pick up the pieces, Rook flies to Vietnam for the first time in fifty years, escaping to the landscape of a place he once knew so well.

But when Ralph follows him out there, seeking answers from the father he barely knows, Rook is forced to retrace his past: his childhood in Yorkshire, his life in London in the 1960s and his marriage to the unforgettable June - and to ask himself what price he has paid for a life behind the lens.

What do you think? I can't wait to start.

Tell me what you're reading, and I'll pay you a visit. 

Happy reading everyone.