Welcome to First Line Friday,
hosted by Hoarding Books.
Today’s featured quote is taken from a digital galley and may differ from the published text.
It seems like ages since I read a book, after the events of August and September sent my record reading year off the rails. But I’m trying to get back on track and I’ll be reading and reviewing The Red Journal by Deb Elkink soon as part of a review tour with Just Read Tours, so I thought I’d share the first lines for this week’s First Line Friday.
Here is the description:
Flirty globetrotter Sybil badgers her friend Libby to travel along in seeking out the world’s “sacred places”—a monastery in Japan, a mountaintop in Africa, a mosque in Istanbul. Her footloose wandering far from family values costs her more than money.
But Libby can’t afford to travel, and she’s plagued by a different kind of restlessness. Grieving the recent death of the grandmother who raised her in their inner-city Minneapolis tenement now slated for demolition, Libby faces homelessness in both heart and habitation.
When Libby discovers a cryptic message from beyond the grave and an antique ring pointing to a mystery in an inner room of a mansion museum in North Dakota, she sets out on a quest of her own for the meaning of heritage and home.
It isn’t often I run across a novel written in present progressive tense, so I couldn’t stop at just one sentence. Here are the first lines: Continue reading