FiRst Line FRiday #69

Today’s FiRst Line FRiday is one I listened to on a Road tRip way back in 2011- WAY before the movie came out. In my opinion the book is so much more than the movie: The movie is NOTHING compaRed to the novel. Isaac MaRion is bRilliant!** HeRe is the fiRst few lines of WaRm Bodies:

I AM DEAD, but it’s not so bad.  I’ve learned to live with it. I’m sorry I can’t properly introduce myself, but I don’t have a name anymore.  Hardly any of us do. We lose them like car keys, forget them like anniversaries. Mine might have started with an “R,” but that’s all I have now. It’s funny because back when I was alive, I was always forgetting other people’s names. My friend “M” says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can’t smile, because your lips have rotted off.

“R” is having a no-life crisis—he is a zombie. He has no memories, no identity, and no pulse, but he is a little different from his fellow Dead. He may occasionally eat people, but he’d rather be riding abandoned airport escalators, listening to Sinatra in the cozy 747 he calls home, or collecting souvenirs from the ruins of civilization.

And then he meets a girl.

First as his captive, then his reluctant house guest, Julie is a blast of living color in R’s gray landscape, and something inside him begins to bloom. He doesn’t want to eat this girl—although she looks delicious—he wants to protect her. But their unlikely bond will cause ripples they can’t imagine, and their hopeless world won’t change without a fight.

Isaac Marion’s genre-defying debut startled the literary world with its poignant subversion of the zombie mythos, inspiring a major film adaptation and being translated into twenty-seven languages. Read the groundbreaking first entry as the Warm Bodies series approaches its conclusion with The Living, hopefully coming soon.

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One response to “ FiRst Line FRiday #69 ”

  1. Susan Dyer says:

    Happy Friday!😎

    My First Line comes from a book I’m reading now, The Ones We Choose by Julie Clark…..

    If loneliness were a color, it would be the deep purple of my eight year old’s shirt as he walks solitary laps around the school track.

    Have a great weekend and happy reading!😊📚📚

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