First Line Fridays is a weekly feature hosted by Hording Books.
Welcome to another installment of First Line Fridays this first Friday of February. I’m going to be sharing the first couple of lines from a book I’m currently reading, The Last Romantics by Tara Conklin.
At first I believed the girl to be an apparition. A ghost. She rose from the crowd in the auditorium and walked to the microphone.
I remained very still. For the past ninety minutes, I had been seated onstage to discuss my body of work. As much as I dread large crowds, the event had been a success. The audience was respectful, intelligent, curious. I’d even made them laugh. That joke about the frog, of all things. We heard the sirens only once, a brief wail during which I paused my reading. We all waited, the thousand here in the auditorium and the thousands more watching via satellite and DTR. We waited, and then the sirens quieted, and I resumed with my poem.
I’m only close to 50% of this book. Work is still busy with all the annual reports I have to write so reading has taken a temporary backseat. But this book has really piqued me. It’s a story about family and siblings, about love and how much you could only do to help someone. I have a feeling that by the end of this book I’ll be a mess.
The Last Romantics releases on February 5.
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