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
Mom said to think positive because the first face I saw at Finley might belong to my first new friend. I don’t think she was accounting for the giant bronze fish statue on the lawn. The bus stopped right in front of it. I almost lost an eye on its harpoon. I figured it was a brook trout, Michigan’s state fish. It looked dimwitted—the kind of fish that swam wherever the current took it, never wondering what lay past the next bend, never suspecting its life could change in a splash, until a heron’s beak broke the surface and skewered it like a marshmallow. At which point, of course, it was too late.
And The Book Is..