Book Beginnings is a weekly meme hosted by Rose City Reader. We share the first sentence (or so) of the book we are reading, along with our initial thoughts about the sentence, impressions of the book, or anything else the opener inspires.
It was hard to say when exactly winter arrived. The decline was gradual, like that of a person into old age, inconspicuous from day to day until the season became an established, relentless reality.
I've seen this book mentioned many times by travellers and travel writers. Since I'm trying to get motivated about travel planning - when travel is an unknown quantity at present - I thought I would listen to some travel philosophy.