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First Lines Friday 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!
Note: The original host blog does not appear to be active any longer — but if anyone knows of a new host, please share the information!
First Lines:
“David Good, how the hell are you?”
“Shut up and sod off.” I was pissed off and wanted him to know it. In fact, I wanted everyone to know it and why the hell not. With a bank account like mine anyone would be pissed off. Only six months ago, I had a stash of cash the size of the NatWest Tower and now, after months of sod all work, I was more broke than a boxer’s hooter. Where had all the bloody customers gone with their missing pets and misbehaving husbands? Holiday, that was where. Costa this, Costa that. In fact, every effing beach on the planet must have one of my customers on it ‘cause they sure as heck weren’t in Peckham.
“Now, now, you grumpy old sod, that’s no way to greet the bank manager, especially when it’s you that’s come to visit me. If anyone’s going to ‘sod off’ then it’s going to be you.” He sat there in his steel framed chair behind his posh flipping desk, so big it was the size of a small country, looking like he’d won the pools.
Goodreads Blurb:
David Good, a morally confused and womanising private investigator operating in early 1980s South London, is hired by a ridiculously beautiful blonde to help her fend off the attentions of a serial blackmailer. But he’s barely got to grips with the woman’s keen sense of self-interest when he stumbles on to something far more unpleasant.
Despite the obvious risk to his own carelessly maintained health, for once he can’t stop himself going out on a limb to help those who can’t help themselves. Quite possibly, his trade-mark sense of humour won’t be enough to see him safely out the other side of this particular engagement, but time’s running out if he’s going to put an end to a great deal of suffering
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StoryGraph Link Here
Alex
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