The children were playing while Holston climbed to his death; he could hear them squealing as only happy children do. While they thundered about frantically above, Holston took his time, each step methodical and ponderous, as he wound his way around and around the spiral staircase, old boots ringing out on metal treads.

— Wool by Hugh Howey

My track record of reading books has been woeful over the last few years. I thought I would try something different this year. I’ll be posting the first paragraph of each book I’m starting, and I’m using Micro.blog’s Epilogue app to track what I’m reading through the year.

I enjoyed the first season of Apple TV’s Silo, and I’ve just started watching the second season. It seemed like a good fit to start reading something I was familiar with.