On Sunday we do beginnings – all the Peter Abrahams novels, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker™. Since I can see distant snowy peaks from where I am now, how about a book where snow plays a big role? (I love writing snow scenes!) So, A Perfect Crime, which starts like this:

Thursday, the best day of the week – the day of all days that Francie was predisposed to say yes. But here in the artist’s studio, with its view of the Dorchester gas tank superimposed on the harbor beyond, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The problem was she hated the paintings.