First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for book lovers hosted by Wandering Words. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author or its prestige, we judged it by its opening lines?
- Pick a book off your shelf (it could be your current read or on your TBR) and open to the first page
- Copy the first few lines, but don’t give anything else about the book away just yet – you need to hook the reader first
- Finally… reveal the book
I really, really hate flies. Is there anything worse than when you’re trying to concentrate and some fly is buzzing around your head going, Bzzz bzzz bzzz? I mean, yes, there are things that are worse. But right now, sitting here, attempting to begin this memoir, there is nothing I would love more than to have this fly obliterated.
So that’s the first fun fact about me: I hate flies. What else?
When this book is published, I’ll be twenty years old and a junior at the University of Tulsa.
I lived in five different cities by the time I was twelve, including Okinawa, Japan, and Okay, Oklahoma—population: six hundred twenty.
One of the most romantic nights of my life was making out with a guy until the sun came up while the DVD of Final Destination—featuring a gory death every five minutes—played on repeat in the background.
When I was fifteen, I transitioned from being Luke (a boy) to Katie (a girl).