Happy Friday, everyone. It’s the end of yet another week and time for another First Lines Friday courtesy of the funniest people we know, ourselves.
First Lines Friday (as the various things tell us) is a weekly meme hosted by Wandering Words. The rules are pretty simple. Pick a book, a current read or TBR, and open the first page. Then, copy the first few lines without giving anything away. Finally, reveal the book.
Chantel’s text will be in purple because it’s badass and royal.
Caidyn’s text will be in whatever he so chooses.
The first thing you find out when yer dog learns to talk is that dogs don’t got nothing much to say. About anything.
“Need a poo, Todd.”
“Shut up, Manchee.”
“Poo. Poo, Todd.”
“I said shut it.”
I don’t know if people are probably getting tired of me talking about Patrick Ness. If not, great. If so, then too bad because I’ve picked a Patrick Ness book.
I know this is a short entry, but I didn’t want to read any further lest I get sucked in, and this little exchange made me laugh because potty humor still gives me a case of the giggles. It definitely makes me wonder what Watson would say if he could talk. Probably something like, “Die bitch.” He’s such a sweetheart.
Maybe that’s what he’s screaming when he wakes you up in the night.
Other than J.K. Rowling, I’ve read more of Patrick Ness’ books than any other author. Every book I’ve read of his has at least been a four-star rating for me, and I would recommend all three of them. Hell, even Caidyn liked More Than This and he hates YA. Not to mention he was the one who recommended A Monster Calls which was only the beginning of my love of his work. I think I’ve done a good job of not knowing much about this trilogy but if it’s anything like his other work then I can’t wait to dive in.
What an opener. A dog talking about poo. How can I even beat that? But, that does sound interesting. Blue would probably just shout a lot about wanting attention and then crying for my dad (his beloved).
He calls me Vanilla
and presses his warm nose to my neck.
I don’t know what to do but laugh
and let him.
He sniffs and smiles and tells me
I smell like myself.
Says it like an inside joke
until it becomes one.
I feel him there, his touch
settling against my skin.
His gentle arms
circling my shoulders.
It’s as if a part of me has come loose,
but instead of spinning off into space
it turns back and stares at me
The only reason that’s so long is because, well, it’s poetry. Not my usual thing and, even more, it’s YA. Now, what book is it?
Vanilla by Billy Merrell
This book is about a gay asexual romance. However, it’s gotten a reputation of being severely aphobic. If you read the review, you’ll actually see my comments on the review because I had to. I saw someone I’m friends with on Goodreads post about it and mentioned that review in their post, so I went to the source. And, the blogger is so damn nice that she sent me her review copy. It’s coming out in October and I’m planning on blowing through it… if I can.
As an ace, I need to read this to see if the accusations are true. Funny, though, how a book on asexuality doesn’t get the same blowback afforded (quite wrongly imo) to The Black Witch. As always, the minority within the minority.