First Lines Fridays #10

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

Lines

It’s kind of hard to watch The Great British Bake Off over plates of Stouffer’s lasagna. Especially since it’s been in the freezer awhile—the edges are dry and crusty. But this is about all the cooking Mom chooses to do. She says she likes to leave the fancy stuff to me. Really, though, she just doesn’t have the energy to think about fixing anything that doesn’t come with directions on the box. Our TV is so old and tiny that I have to lean in to see what Mary Berry is pursing her lips about. The bakers are making English muffins, and she’s giving the stink eye to the redheaded guy who didn’t let his dough rise enough. If I were on the show, Mary wouldn’t have to tell me how long those muffins need to rise. Any fool with a Betty Crocker cookbook or Google knows to let it double. I pick at a shriveled string of cheese on my plate and imagine what I’d say if I could send her a note across the ocean.

And The Book Is…

I love this book want me to review it?

Alex