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
Outside the weather was burning hot, but inside the display shelves spilled over with fluffy, deviously inviting mountains of cream and sugar mixed into that heavenly desert known as gelato. The scent of vanilla, hazelnut, and chocolate hit my nose as I surveyed my creations. The aroma hit my stomach – I’d be hungry if I wasn’t so nervous. Technically we’d been open for three days but today was the ‘real’ opening – the other days had been trials, a ‘soft open’ which had done little to qualm my nerves. In fact, with every scoop, cone, and sundae my blood pressure only seemed to increase. What would people think? Would they enjoy my creations? Would they tell their friends? Most importantly would they return for more. My livelihood depended on it. I put everything into this venture, and it had to pay off. There was no other option, no back up plan, no plan b in place. What else was I going to do? I poured all my life savings into The Cow & Moon Gelato shop. It had been an uphill battle getting the thing set up. From day one, I’d been up against a national ice cream franchise Frozen Planet – who’d tried to out bid me for the shop space. In the end a petition by the community to have more locally owned businesses in the street was the only thing that had saved me. Now everything rested on the store being a success – aside from making ice cream, the only other thing I was good at was reading murder mysteries – and I was hardly going to make a living at that was I?
And The Book Is…