First Line Friday – The Haunting at Bonaventure Circus

Posted by abakersp in First Line Friday / 4 Comments

Welcome to First Line Friday, hosted by Hoarding Books!

Today I’m featuring the first line of a book I just finished. I ADORE books by Jaime Jo Wright, and this was no exception. Hope to get my review posted this weekend. Make sure you stop by and check it out!

Bluff River, Wisconsin

August 1928

Life was not unlike the wisp of fog that curled around the base of a grave marker, softly caressing the marble before dissolving into the violet shadows of the night.

And now it’s your turn! Grab the book nearest to you and share the first line in the comments. Don’t forget to check out what everyone else is reading at Hoarding Books!   

4 responses to “First Line Friday – The Haunting at Bonaventure Circus

  1. Becky Smith

    Happy Friday! My first line is from “Once Upon an Irish Summer” by Wendy Wilson Spooner:

    “I watched her long red hair blow wildly about her frame as I shouted with all my strength, ‘Mary Ann! Step back!’ But she couldn’t hear my voice.”

  2. I LOVED that one too!
    This week on my blog I shared the first line from Backlash by Rachel Dylan but I’m currently reading Under the Tulip Tree by Michelle Shocklee so I’ll share the first line from my current chapter (22) here: “”Jael arrived home. She had news.” Hope you have a good weekend with some quality reading time! 🙂

  3. Happy Friday!
    I’m currently reading On Wings of Devotion by Roseanna M. White. I ❤ it so much. Currently, I’m on chpt. 15 so I’ll share a line from there.
    “For a long moment, Arabelle could only stare. Perhaps it was the fact that she’d only managed about three hours of sleep, but the image before her simply made no sense.”
    Hope you have a wonderful weekend. ?❤?

  4. Paula Shreckhise

    I’m reading Bonaventure Circus, too!

    My first line is from A Portrait of Loyalty by Roseanna White:
    Chapter 1
    Thursday, 28 March 1918
    Mayfair, London, England
    Lilian Blackwell held her breath and inched along the wall, praying with every footfall that Mama wouldn’t look up.