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?
She’s buried beneath a silver birch tree, down towards the old train tracks, her grave marked with a cairn. Not more than a little pile of stones, really. I didn’t want to draw attention to her resting place, but I couldn’t leave her without remembrance. She’ll sleep peacefully there, no one to disturb her, no sounds but birdsong and the rumble of passing trains.
This paragraph is all that graces the first page of today’s book, and it was more than enough to keep me reading. Eerie, secretive, compelling…what could possibly entice you better than this opener?
I finished the book a week or so ago, and I ought to get a review for it up soon. In the meantime, if these first lines have you dying (see what I did there? Okay, sorry, I’m terrible) to turn some pages, you should find a copy of:
The Girl on the Train