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How Quickly A Week Can Change Things… From Ice to Fire… This First Line Friday… EVERYTHING WILL BURN

 

So just one (hopefully) last update on the website for anyone reading this-

With any luck that will be it with this mess…

I will probably past this to the top of the new Spring/Summer Fling post when I update it… just to have it out there one more time.


First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for readers hosted by Wandering Words. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author or its prestige, readers were hooked on a book by the first lines?

Psst I found this at Becky’s Book Blog. Please go check her out!


  • Pick a book off your shelf (it could be a current read, ARC, TBR, favorite read, close your eyes and pick a book) 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
This week’s First Line Friday is very special to me. I mean, really. they all are special. However, I don’t really talk about this author a lot. He isn’t one many talk about a lot but I dare say if we scanned a lot of bookshelves he would consistently be there and we would all be like- “well yeah, duh.” And when I first heard about the book? Emails started flying and I went running for it like a bat out of hell. His books are always unique and always amazing. You never quite know what you are in for but you always know you are in for something. I know this will be nothing less. 
 
When it came up for request? I never heard of the imprint. I was sure I was going to get laughed out the door. I mean it is X X afterwards and well, I didn’t even think they gave ARCs of his books. But I hit the button, gave a reason and said a little prayer. And there it was. And there I went… 
 

On a cold Sunday evening in early 1957- the very day, in fact, that Dwight David Eisenhower took the oath of office for the second time as President of the United States of America- Sarah Dewhurst waited with her father in the Parking lot of the Chevron gas station for the dragon e’d hired to help on the farm.
“He’s late,” Sarah said, quietly. 
“It,” said her father, spitting on the oiled dirt, hitting the cracks of a frozen puddle. “Don’t call it by its name. Don’t tell it yours. It. Not he.”

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June 2, 2020

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