
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? If you want to make your own post, feel free to use or edit the banner above, and follow the rules below:
- 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!
If you’re using Twitter, don’t forget to use #FirstLinesFridays!
Hello friends! How has the week treated you?
Today’s post is a quick little post wherein I’ll be sharing the first sentence of a book with you, of which I haven’t read yet.
I can’t breathe. The trees are a blur of colors, the greens, browns, and reds tumbling and writhing together as I whip my head searching. I can’t see them, but I know they’re out there. Just like I know something’s wrong.
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