Every now and then, I (or my daughter, another voracious reader) bring home a bag of random books. This time, it was a bag of books from a colleague. We sat around the dining table after dinner tonight (last night for those reading this on Thursday) and read the first paragraphs of several of the books. There were several Debbie Macombers which I brushed off. I’ve read her stuff before and it’s great, but she doesn’t even open the bedroom door, much less close it after the kiss, and I like the sexual tension in stories and she doesn’t deliver that. There was a Nora Roberts and since she breaks a lot of rules, I wasn’t surprised that hers didn’t deliver the expected (it was a prologue), but Chapter 1 nailed it. We added in a Fern Michaels, a Susan Wiggs, a Lorraine Heath, a Kresley Cole, an Elizabeth Hoyt, and a Jayne Ann Krentz. In the interest of brevity, I’m going with the first lines of these books. It was illuminating to discuss which first lines intrigued us into an interest in reading further. Here is what we read.
- Nora Roberts. Island of Glass. A man who couldn’t die had little to fear.
- Fern Michaels. The Scoop. It was an event, there was no doubt about it.
- Susan Wiggs. Table of Five. Hey, Miss Robinson, want to know how to figure out your porn-star name?” asked Russell Clark, Bouncing on the balls of his feet toward the school bus.
- Lorraine Heath. When the Duke Was Wicked. Prologue. On the morning of February 2, 1872, I, Henry Sidney Stanford, the seventh Duke of Lovingdon, Marquess of Ashleigh, and Earl of Wyndmere, died. (Chapter 1 was better – The Duke of Lovingdon relished nothing more than being nestled between a woman’s sweet thighs.)
- Kresley Cole. The Player. “I know my fairy tales,” I told my cousin.
- Elizabeth Hoyt. The Raven Prince. The combination of a horse galloping far too fast, a muddy lane with a curve, and a lady pedestrian is never a good one.
- Jayne Ann Krentz. Family Man. Technically speaking, Luke Gilchrist was not a bastard.
Which one intrigues you enough to read more?