Most Recent First Line

I actually gave up on a book the other day. I rarely if ever do this. Usually if I step in something I keep on going despite the consequences. Not this time. As a lark, and to fill time before the start of National Novel Writing Month, I bough Crunch Time by Diane Mott Davidson.

I read one her books a few years ago and liked it. It was moderately clever, I loved the fact that the recipes and dishes described in the book were reproduced as real recipes in the back of the book. It was fun.

When I read a second book by her I started to realize that she had some serious flaw in terms of her style and writing ability. It was off putting to say the least. I reviewed it in this blog (here).

I should have listened to myself and never have started Crunch Time.

Still, as I read the first few pages and the first line, here is the first few lines that didn't intrigue me enough to read on:

"When I heard that Ernest McLeod had been killed, I should have packed up my knives and left. Well, not literally left, because I was in my own kitchen, poised to slice a third pile of juicy heirloom tomatoes for a buffet Yolanda Garcia and I were catering the next day."

I'm glad I stopped it ahead of getting too involved.