First Line Friday – This Freedom Journey


Happy Friday reader friends! Welcome to another addition of First Line Friday hosted by Hoarding Books!

It’s a busy weekend here in Cooperstown, NY – Hall of Fame induction weekend! I don’t really have an interest in the players being inducted this year, so aside from taking my daughter to and from work, I hope to stay home and just catch up on some reading and reviews (gasp – I have four reviews to write for books I read two weeks ago!). Let’s get right to it. Today’s first line is from Misty Beller’s Heart of the Mountains series, which I love! This Freedom Journey is a novella that happens to be on tour with Celebrate Lit right now! You’ll see my post tomorrow so make sure you come back and check out the tour!


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Adrien Lockman trudged through the snow, the frames of his snowshoes carrying him at least two feet higher than the weary mule tracking behind him.



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4 thoughts on “First Line Friday – This Freedom Journey

  1. Happy Friday!?

    My first line comes from The Mending by Susan Lantz Simpson……..

    She sensed someone had entered the room, even though she’d been dozing and hadn’t heard the whoosh of the door opening or the squeak of athletic shoes on the tile floor. Her eyes felt glued shut.

    Have a great weekend and happy reading!??

  2. The first line of the book I am starting is from Elizabeth Byker Younts ” The Solace of Water”

    My skin was the same color as the soul.

  3. “He’s a stinkin’ thief!” ~~ Wagon Train Sweetheart by Lacy Williams, Book 2 of the Journey West series

    I, too, am a fan of Misty M. Beller’s Heart of the Mountains series. This Treacherous Journey is one of my favorites this year.

  4. My First line is from The Best of Intentions by Susan Anne Mason:

    May 1919
    Grace Abernathy stood at the rail of the S S Olympic, staring out over the calm expanse of the sea as the last trace of sunlight disappeared over the horizon.

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