I think a monogram says to people, “Hello, there. I’m Southern.” Or maybe it says, “Don’t steal my stuff.”
– Reese Witherspoon, Whiskey in a Teacup
I think a monogram says to people, “Hello, there. I’m Southern.” Or maybe it says, “Don’t steal my stuff.”
– Reese Witherspoon, Whiskey in a Teacup
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?
First Lines:
My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973.
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?
First Lines:
This fairy tale begins in 1968 during a garbage strike.
When he was a kid playing with the neighbors he learned what the word “fat” meant. It wasn’t the number on the scale, the one on a measuring tape, or the one that dictated his clothing size. “Fat” meant ugly. Disgusting. Gross. Abnormal.
– Revan Badingham III, To the Boys Who Wear Pink
There were multiple reasons why Eyes wasn’t at the party. He didn’t have clothes Percy would approve of. As a writer, events with more than ten people caused him to grow unpleasant. And, yes, he was dead.
– Revan Badingham III, To the Boys Who Wear Pink
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?
First Lines:
The second time I saw my dead aunt Rosaria, she was dancing.
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?
First Lines:
Fame was bequeathed to me by the lips of an angel.
After all my years of rancid endeavour, I was granted fame by Kate Moss’s kiss.
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?
First Lines:
On the morning of April Fools’ Day, 2005, I woke up in a sexual addiction treatment center in a suburb of Philadelphia.
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?
First Lines:
I placed my thumb and forefinger on the icy flesh, spreading it taut above the breastbone as Uncle had showed me.
Getting the preliminary incision correct was imperative.
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?
First Lines:
Even when there are no prisoners, I can still hear the screams. They live in the walls like ghosts and echo between footsteps.