First Lines Fridays #11

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

Tears blurred Kara’s vision as she pushed on the accelerator. The teal VW Beetle sped north, leaving San Francisco further behind. Her need to erase the last twenty-four hours from her mind was much easier said than done. She did her best to drive away thoughts of Joel. He would never forgive her, and in all honesty, she didn’t blame him. To call off the wedding the previous afternoon, while staring into his eyes at the altar, was unforgivable. Oh God, what had she done? She tried to block out the memory of her parents’ faces during her explanation; the pain in her mother’s eyes struggling to understand.

And The Book Is…

Alex