Book Beginnings on Fridays is hosted by Rose City Reader and as she says the idea of this meme is
for you to share the first sentence (or so) of the book
you are reading, along with your initial thoughts about the
sentence, impressions of the book, or anything else the
opener inspires. Please remember to include the title
of the book and the author's name. There's a linky list on
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This week my book beginning is The Last Policeman by Ben H. Winters
I'm staring at the insurance man and he's staring at me, two cold gray eyes behind old-fashioned tortoiseshell frames, and I'm having this awful and inspiring feeling, like holy moly this is real, and I don't know if I'm ready, I really don't.
What’s the point in solving murders if we’re all going to die soon, anyway?
Hank Palace has faced this question ever since asteroid 2011GV1 hovered
into view. There’s no chance left. No hope. Just six precious months
The Last Policeman presents a fascinating
portrait of a pre-apocalyptic United States. The economy spirals
downward while crops rot in the fields. Churches and synagogues are
packed. People all over the world are walking off the job—but not Hank
Palace. He’s investigating a death by hanging in a city that sees a
dozen suicides every week—except this one feels suspicious, and Palace
is the only cop who cares.
The first in a trilogy, The Last Policeman
offers a mystery set on the brink of an apocalypse. As Palace’s
investigation plays out under the shadow of 2011GV1, we’re confronted by
hard questions way beyond “whodunit.” What basis does civilization
rest upon? What is life worth? What would any of us do, what would we
really do, if our days were numbered?