Crew, a yellow lab mix puppy -with feet larger than his body- sniffed the sidewalk, grass, and the potted plant by the door of the vet’s office.
The vet’s office was located on the outskirts of the historic town in a valley surrounded by mountains.
Glancing around quickly to see if cameras were following me, I opened the door. Crew preceded me inside. No one would follow me here. No one knew who I was.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Wolf and the Woodsman by Ava Reid
The trees have to be tied down by sunset. When the Woodsmen come, they always try to run.
The girls who are skilled forgers fashion little iron stakes to drive through the roots of the trees and into the earth, anchoring them in place. With no gifts for forging between the two of us, Boróka and I haul great length of rope, snaring any trees we pass in clumsy loops and awkward knots. When we finish, it looks the spider web of some giant creature, something the woods might cough up. The thought doesn’t even make me shiver. Nothing that might break through the tree line could be worse than the Woodsmen.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Stars of Whistling Ridge by Cindy Baldwin
In stories, the number three is important.
Three woodcutter’s sons.
My story is the same, I guess.
Three fallen stars.
And three disasters.
Mama always says that disasters are like blessings – both of them come in threes. They follow on each other’s heels, the way starlight follows moonrise, so that you can’t untangle them even if you tried.
This is the story of how I proved her right.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Lucky List by Rachael Lippincott
I brought the lucky quarter.
I don’t know why I did. I’d walked past it hundreds and hundreds of times without a second thought while a thin layer of dust formed around the edges. But there was just something about the way it was sitting there tonight, on the same bookshelf where it had sat untouched for three years.
Tonight I swear it looked…
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Camp Murderface #2: Doom in the Deep by Saundra Mitchell
There’s a new normal at Camp Sweetwater, and that normal is normal.
Ghost don’t appear in our bonfires now, screaming for justice. All the lifeguards at the lake are actually alive. There are no cryptic French whispers at night. And extremely important: shower curtains, towels, razors, and blackened wood just sit there, not doing anything.
Corryn Quinn, my best friend, and I made sure of that.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Summer Lifeguards: Piper Makes Waves by Elizabeth Doyle Carey
I whipped my head around to locate the source of the squeal amid this morning’s crowd on the Cape Cod beach. Was it a child screaming? A mom shrieking for help? But no, it was one of those annoying plover birds wheeling overhead, trying to scare everyone off “her” beach.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Counting Down With You by Tashie Bhuiyan
Airports are the true chaotic evil.
There are too many things happening around me. Too many people in a hurry, too many people lazing around, too many announcements on the overhead speakers, and way too many tearful goodbyes.
Anarchy reigns in my little corner. My mom is on the phone, saying goodbye to her ten million friends, and my dad looks like he already regrets agreeing to go on a month-long trip to Bangladesh with her. Even with my earphones in, JFK Airport is too loud.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Addison Cooke and the Ring of Destiny by Jonathan W. Stokes
Addison Cooke was done on his luck. Rain clouds had been following him around for months, though to be fair, he was in England. Whatever switch controlled the British weather was permanently stuck on Rain. Addison imagined that if archaeology didn’t work out for him, he could always enjoy an extremely easy career as an English weatherman.
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Cool for the Summer by Dahlia Adler
All things considered, high school’s been pretty good to me. Granted, if ever I get too whiny about anything, my mother will start comparing my woes of not having my own car to her woes of not having her own shoes growing up in Russia, but even in my worst moments of spoiled bratdom, I know that having good friends, decent grades, frequent party invites, and perpetually clear skin makes me one of the luckiest of the lucky.
Sure, my dad’s a disappearing shithead and I didn’t get the pony I wanted for my ninth birthday, but overall, I’d say life’s delivered pretty nicely.
Teaser Tuesday ~ Anisha, Accidental Detective by Serena Patel & Emma McCann
This time I selected two pages (90 and 91) so that the teaser makes sense!Things happen fast then. The marquee erupts into a muddle of shouting and wailing and screeching. Aunty Suki yells at dad to “DO SOMETHING!” Dad shouts at everyone to “KEEP CALM!” Granny Jas tells Aunty Bindi not to be a drama queen – which DOES NOT HELP. Mum tries to get Aunty Bindi to “breathe through the pain”, which seems to make Bindi really angry and she says some bad words in Hindi. Mum goes a bit red in the face and mumbles that she was only trying to help. Everyone is yelling at everyone else, guests are shouting “helpful” suggestions and just as it’s all getting a bit out of hand, Manny and Mindy come running in with a big bucket of water and tip its entire contents over Aunty Bindy. SPLASH.
There is a stunned silence as Aunty Bindi gets to her feet, soaked from head to toe, with the brown gooey mehndi dripping off her. Belle the dog trots over, takes one sniff and runs away yelping. I put my head in my hands and wonder for the millionth time why my family can’t just be normal.