Now that the excitement of the New Year is over, I'm back at work, and back into a routine of reading and writing in the evenings and at weekends. I love reading at any time of year, but in January a new book is the perfect way to escape from the colder temperatures and shorter days. Here in the South of England we only get eight hours between sunrise and sunset right now, and that's if the sun dares to show its face at all!
Today's blog post is another ten YA book recommendations, based purely on the awesomeness of their opening lines ☺. Some of these I have read, and some are on my TBR list, but they all have one thing in common: I made the decision to read them before I'd reached the end of the first page.
Kell wore a very peculiar coat.
It had neither one side, which would be
conventional, nor two, which would be unexpected, but several, which was, of
The first thing he did whenever he
stepped out of one London and into another was take off the coat and turn it
inside out once or twice (or even three times) until he found the side he
needed. A Darker Shade of Magic, by V.E. Schwab
Mom doesn’t show up.
I shouldn’t be surprised—she never
shows up—but I can’t get rid of the empty, twisted feeling in my stomach. Emery
always says that being alone isn’t the same thing as being lonely, but sometimes
it feels like they’re exactly the same
thing. Starfish, by Akemi Dawn Bowman
It’s a weirdly subtle conversation. I
almost don’t notice I’m being blackmailed.
We’re sitting in metal folding chairs
backstage, and Martin Addison says, “I read your email.”
“What?” I look up.
“Earlier. In the library. Not on
“You read my email?”
“Well, I used the computer right after
you,” he says, “and when I typed in Gmail, it pulled up your account. You
probably should have logged out.” Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda, by Becky Albertalli
I’ve read many more books than you. It
doesn’t matter how many you’ve read. I’ve read more. Believe me. I’ve had the
In my white room, against my white
walls, on my glistening white bookshelves, book spines provide the only color.
The books are all brand-new hardcovers—no germy secondhand softcovers for me.
They come to me from Outside, decontaminated and vacuum-sealed in plastic wrap.
Everything, Everything, by Nicola Yoon
I shouldn’t have come to this party. I’m
not even sure I belong at this party.
That’s not on some bougie s***, either. There are just some places where it’s
not enough to be me. Either version of me. The Hate U Give, by Angie Thomas
I’m cursed. I know, I know, you don’t
believe me. Well, I didn’t believe it was possible either… until the guy who
cursed me came along. So go ahead and think I’m nuts. But one of these days, we
might just meet up and then… well, you’d better believe whatever I say to you. Your
life will absolutely depend on it. Glimpse, by Steven Whibley
do not enter a race to lose.
Diana bounced lightly on her toes at
the starting line, her calves taut as bowstrings, her mother’s words
reverberating in her ears. A noisy crowd had gathered for the wrestling matches
and javelin throws that would mark the start of the Nemeseian Games, but the
real event was the footrace, and now the stands were buzzing with word that the
queen’s daughter had entered the competition. Wonder Woman: Warbringer, by Leigh
A sex tape. A pregnancy scare. Two
cheating scandals. And that’s just this week’s update. If all you knew of
Bayview High was Simon Kelleher’s gossip app, you’d wonder how anyone found
time to go to class.
“Old news, Bronwyn,” says a voice over
my shoulder. “Wait till you see tomorrow’s post.”
Damn. I hate getting caught reading
About That, especially by its creator. I lower my phone and slam my locker
shut. “Whose lives are you ruining next, Simon?” One Of Us Is Lying, by Karen M
I’ve never known why Monday gets all
the credit for being the worst day of the week. I disagree entirely. Sundays
are. There’s just something so quiet and still about Sundays that I’ve really
grown to hate. Dare To Fall, by Estelle Maskame
is calling with the warning of a life-time—I’m going to die today. Forget that,
“warning” is too strong a word since warnings suggest something can be avoided…
They Both Die At The End, by Adam Silvera
Have you read any of these books? If you haven't, would you choose to read them based on the way they begin? I hope you find lots of great reads in 2018 and thank you for stopping by my blog today!