This should be my wrap-up, but as is my brand currently, I’m late and behind on posts. I’ll have time next month since I think I’m doing poetry month, which will free up some time for my to-do list. I figured this would be an easier post to do, sorry. Weird reading fact is that I have been enjoying reading and listening to books at a slower speed. First Lines Friday is a weekly feature for book lovers that was formerly 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
First Lines :
I’d encountered plenty of culture shocks since I’d swapped my cheating husband and my career in the San Francisco PD for a remote Irish island. Discovering that used car salesmen were the same slick sons-of-guns all over the world was almost a comfort.
I fixed the proprietor of Zippy Motors with a hard stare. “I’ll give you three hundred bucks, and not a penny more.” “Aw, come on, Maggie. A man’s gotta eat. This little beauty will zip you around—just like our slogan.” Jack Logan treated me to the killer smile that had left a trail of broken hearts across Whisper Island in the years before he’d developed a beer belly and a comb-over. I remained unmoved.
“The car’s fit for scrap metal,” I said. “Before I shell out any money, never mind your insane asking price, I need to know the vehicle will survive the couple of months I’m staying on the island.”
Goodreads Blurb:
Breathing hard, I gave a yelp and let the now-empty canister drop to the ground.
“That wasn’t pepper spray.” I stared into the sparkly, green face of the corpse I’d discovered mere hours before. “And you’re not dead.”
When former San Francisco cop Maggie Doyle extends her stay in Ireland, dealing with more murder and mayhem isn’t on her to-do list. Too bad because the instant Maggie and her UFO-enthusiast friend Lenny discover the dead body of Whisper Island’s postman, Maggie’s plans to chill for the next two months are put on ice.
Then Police Sergeant Reynolds, Maggie’s handsome neighbor, arrests Lenny’s brother for the murder, and her friend begs her to find the real killer. Meanwhile, Maggie is hired to investigate ghostly goings on at the Whisper Island Hotel. Can she solve two crimes before St. Patrick’s Day? Or will the island’s annual celebrations end in a glittery flame of green, white, and orange?
Goodreads Link Here
StoryGraph Link Here