The first Friday of November! Which means only one thing in Chantel’s world: PEPPERMINT MOCHAS! How fantastic? The countdown has started for us Americans until Thanksgiving, and Caidyn knows that Chantel’s super excited about it since she loves any holiday that features food.
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?
- 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!
Chantel will be in purple.
Caidyn will be in blue.
She picked me up at sunset in that ancient lime green Ford Galaxie she’d rebuilt and painted two summers earlier when she was into cars. It came around the corner like it’d busted out of an old movie. She sat there behind the wheel, leaning her elbow on the door frame. There was a lit cigarette between her lips. She wore a white men’s T-shirt and her hair was pinned up, but not with any accuracy. Every time I’d seen her since we’d left high school her glasses were a different color. This pair had pink lenses and red circular frames.
“Get in, ya mope,” she said.
“What’s up, Maggie?”
As I slid into the front seat, she leaned over and kissed me. I gave her a hug. When I’d turned to her, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that there were two twelve packs of beer on the backseat.
Not exactly a thrilling start to a book, but it sets some sort of stage for the book. Kind of. Okay, not really.
The book is:
I got this book through my September box at PageHabit. I wrote in my initial part that I wasn’t too excited for this book since someone I trust who reads a lot of horror said that this wasn’t too great. As of right now, I’m actually, like, over halfway into the book and, let me tell you, it’s not impressing me all that much.
The war with Rome begins not with a clang of swords but with the lick of a dagger drawn from an assassin’s cloak.
Boy, that was a long one, wasn’t it? I didn’t continue on because I think this line stands out on its own just fine.
This book was one that Caidyn recommended to me, and in my rush to finish the Shakespeare plays at the end of October, I’ve sadly been neglecting it. Now, I just have to divide my time between three novels and I have one that I plan on reading soon that I’m super excited about.
This is also a non-fiction book and if you know me at all, you know I’m not good with non-fiction, but this book is very interesting so far.
The choice is:
This is an unusual book for me to read. One, because it’s non-fiction and two because it’s about Jesus. This book portrays Jesus as a historical figure rather than a biblical one and also gives the history of the time he lived in. I find that pretty interesting despite my aversion to anything religious. I mean, it’s okay to broaden my horizons sometimes. Sometimes. It’s nice to see you branching out. Seriously. When we first met, she was super against anything religious and I’m sure we argued a few times about things, with her taking an anti-religion stance while I took the pro-religion stance to point out the good things. I plan on getting her to read more in the future. Almost two years of knowing each other and I’ve finally gotten one book in. The first quote stood out to me because more than anything, I find Aslan to be a compelling storyteller and that first line could’ve been from an exciting fictional novel. There is plenty more of that in this book and I look forward to reading/listening to more of it.