So many women she knew were cheated on or abused or simply in the wrong relationship. When she was younger, she could never understand why women stayed with men like that. But now she could see how easy it would be to sink into an offering of love, no matter how inadequate. Just for the relief of not having to look for it anymore.
– Kerry Kletter, East Coast Girls
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?
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When I was a kid, I drew clouds that looked like the bodies of cartoon sheep. The sun was a perfect yellow circle. Birds flew in flocks of little black Vs. And I made sure there was always a rainbow.
She often thought of the cruel trick society played on women, inundating them with messages that they weren’t enough and then telling them they could fix it by starving themselves, knowing that, like Harlow’s monkeys, people needed love and comfort and even more than food. And all along what women carried, what they perceived as excess weight, was merely the shame they’d been force-fed before they could identify its taste.
– Kerry Kletter, East Coast Girls
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?
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“You know why you keep losing, cause, guess what, you’re a fucking loser.”
We left by the side exit, and our breath rose in waves and mingled with the swirling mist. It was a pale lemon morning, the air so cold it felt like you could crunch it. The grass was crispy with sparkling frost, and the blossoms trembled with drops of dew that caught the sunlight and quivered.
– Anbara Salam, Belladonna
Next year I’d have to go back to staring at her from behind during class, hoping that the force of my interest alone would be enough to charm her. Like being watched by a sentient potato.
– Anbara Salam, Belladonna
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?
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The first time, November 6 to be exact, I wake up at two a.m. with a tingling in my head like tiny fireflies dancing behind my eyes. I smell smoke.
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?
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Strangers never walk down this road, the sisters thought in unison as the man trudged toward them.
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?
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i have always been broken.
this is something i’ve known forever, for at least as long as i can remember.
it doesn’t bother me anymore, this knowing, this fact that can’t be danced around.
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?
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I’d been waiting for the vampire for years when he walked into the bar.
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