Happy Friday!!
Who is ready for Thanksgiving? Thanksgiving break perhaps? We are definitely having a Thanksgiving break and we are ready to leave town and see family! It's another First Line Friday hosted by Hoarding Books and today I am sharing the first line of Watercolors by Lorna Seilstad. Review will be coming soon!
MY FIRST LINE
"Spring should be filled with the scents of apple blossoms and fresh rain, not of sweaty men, wet canvas, and diseased flesh."
Now it's your turn! Grab the book closest to you and drop the first line in the comments!
Happy Friday! Today, I'm sharing the first line from When Silence Sings by Sarah Loudin Thomas. "Colman walked along the last car of the coal train, tapping each wheel with his long-handled hammer, listening intently to the clang clang clang."
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Thanks for stopping by!
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ReplyDeleteToday I'm sharing the first line from Jen Turano's latest novel, To Steal a Heart: https://christianfictiongirl.blog/2020/11/20/first-line-friday-162/. But I'm currently starting A Castaway in Cornwall by Julie Klassen so I'll share a line from there.
"Flotsam or jetsam? According to the heavy volume of Dr. Johnson's Dictionary in my uncle's study, flotsam is any goods floating on the sea where a ship has sunk or been cast away, while jetsam is anything purposely cast out of a ship when in danger, in hopes of saving it, or at least lightening the load."
I hope you have a great weekend! 🙂❤📚
That was a good book! I'll be starting Klassen's book soon as well! Happy Reading!
DeleteWell! That is certainly an interesting first line! 😀
ReplyDeleteIt definitely is! The book is good so far!
DeleteHappy Weekend! My first line is from "Once Upon a Silent Night" by Kimberly Rae Jordan:
ReplyDelete"Alessia Talbot tipped her head back against the headrest of her seat, clutching her cell phone tightly in her hand."
That one looks great!
ReplyDeleteMy first line today comes from The Red Canary by Rachel Scott McDaniel:
May 29, 1928. Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
“ From that day on, death was in my song.” Vera’s voice quivered as she ended her nightly number.