Thirty Days of First Lines: Day 22

Black_Boy_Cover“One winter morning in the long-ago, four-year-old days of my life I found myself standing before a fireplace, warming my hands over a mound of glowing coals, listening to the wind whistle past the house outside.”

The resonant opening of Richard Wright’s Black Boy.

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