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!
There’s a raccoon on my head.
And I don’t look particularly good in hats. Especially when they’re moving.
I certainly wish this were one of those “Hey, look at me standing here on vacation in Wall Drug wearing a fifteen-dollar coonskin cap pretending to be Daniel Boone, so hurry up and take the goddamn picture!” moments, but it’s not.
My sister gave me this book years ago after attending a writing workshop run by the author and his partner here in Michigan. She really enjoyed her time there and learned a lot, but I honestly don’t know if he still does these workshops.
That’s the only bitmoji I could find with a raccoon and I’m too lazy to edit out the words right now. Sorry not sorry. It kind of goes with this post. Like “you’ve got this!”, I’m encouraging you while you’re attempting to guess the book.
This is really a fun memoir. Kind of a David Sedaris type of humor. I was definitely laughing out loud while reading this book.