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Monday, May 20, 2013

The Casual Vacany by J K Rowling: First Page Mondays


I've already been talking a lot lot about this one and you probably have realised by now that this is definitely one of my favourite books - what can I do, I simply love these plots!

So, without further ado, here's the first page from the book 'The Casual Vacancy' by J K Rowling....Enjoy and do read it!!!

Part One

6.11 A casual vacancy is deemed to have occurred:

(a) when a local councillor fails to make his declaration of acceptance of office within the proper time; or
(b) when his notice of resignation is received; or
(c) on the day of his death...

 - Charles Arnold-Baker
Local Council Administration,
Seventh Edition

Sunday

Barry Fairbrother did not want to go out for dinner. He had endured a thumping headache for most of the weekend and was struggling to make a deadline for the local newspaper.


 However, his wife had been a little stiff and uncommunicative over lunch, and Barry deduced that his anniversary card had not mitigated the crime of shutting himself away in the study all morning. It did not help that he had been writing about Krystal, whom Mary disliked, although she pretended otherwise.

 'Mary, I want to take you out to dinner,' he had lied, to break the frost. 'Nineteen years, kids! Nineteen years, and your mother's never looked lovelier.'

 Mary had softened and smiled, so Barry had telephoned the golf club, because it was nearby and they were sure of getting a table. He tried to give his wife pleasure in little ways, because he had come to realise, after nearly two decades together, how often he disappointed her in the big things. It was never intentional. They simply had very different notions of what ought to take up most space in life.

 Barry and Mary's four children were past the age of needing a babysitter. They were watching television when he said goodbye to them for the last time, and only Declan, the youngest, turned to look at him, and raised his hand in farewell.

 Barry's headache continued to thump behind his ear as he reversed out of the drive and set off through the pretty little town of Pagford, where they had lived as long as they had been married. They drove down Church Row, the steeply sloping street where the most expensive houses stood in all their Victorian extravagance and..........'


- Debolina Raja Gupta