First Line Friday #92

This week’s First Line Friday is another Christmas novel.  This one intrigued me so much that it has been added to my wish list!

SATURDAY, THREE WEEKS BEFORE CHRISTMAS:

James Kier looked back and forth between the newspaper headline and the photograph of himself, not sure if he should laugh or call his attorney.

Dear Reader,

When I was in seventh grade, my English teacher, Mrs. Johnson, gave our class the intriguing (if somewhat macabre) assignment of writing our own obituaries. Oddly, I don’t remember much of what I wrote about my life, but I do remember how I died: in first place on the final lap of the Daytona 500. At the time, I hadn’t considered writing as an occupation, a field with a remarkably low on-the-job casualty rate.

What intrigues me most about Mrs. Johnson’s assignment is the opportunity she gave us to confront our own legacy. How do we want to be remembered? That question has motivated our species since the beginning of time: from building pyramids to putting our names on skyscrapers.

As I began to write this book, I had two objectives: First, I wanted to explore what could happen if someone read their obituary before they died and saw, firsthand, what the world really thought of them. Their legacy.

Second, I wanted to write a Christmas story of true redemption. One of my family’s holiday traditions is to see a local production of Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen it (perhaps a dozen), but it still thrills me to see the change that comes over Ebenezer Scrooge as he transforms from a dull, tight-fisted miser into a penitent, “giddy-as-aschoolboy” man with love in his heart. I always leave the show with a smile on my face and a resolve to be a better person. That’s what I wanted to share with you, my dear readers, this Christmas — a holiday tale to warm your season, your homes, and your hearts.

Merry Christmas

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One response to “ First Line Friday #92 ”

  1. Susan Dyer says:

    Happy Friday!

    My first lines come from The Mother In Law by Sally Hepworth………

    I am folding laundry at my dining room table when the police car pulls up. There’s no fanfare— no sirens or flashing lights— yet that little niggle starts in the pit of my stomach, Mother Nature’s warning that all is not well.

    Have an awesome weekend and stay warm! Happy reading!😊📚💕

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