Every Wednesday I’ll choose a book off one of my (many, many) shelves that I haven’t read for some reason or another, and include the first few lines from the first page.
Feel free to join in, and comment about the books I feature if you have read them!
I hated kidnapping cases. Hated them with an unholy passion.
And trust me, unholy was something I knew about—hell, I wore it like a faded old T-shirt. One I’d had since birth. There were those who said I couldn’t let go of that, and that it was long past time I did. But hey, if you can’t bitch about your monster half, what can you bitch about?
Madhouse by Rob Thurman