The voting over at RT’s American Title contest has started, with the Best First Line competition: take a look at the finalists.
Which do you like? I’m torn between Out of Sight and, oddly enough, Out Of Sight, Out of Mind.
And, while I’m on the subject, what’s your favorite first line of a romance novel?
To be honest, I usually don’t notice the first line, though I was struck by Eloisa James’ first line of An Affair Before Christmas (due out in December this year):
Ice hung from windowsills with a glitter that rivaled glass, and new snow turned the sooty streets to rivers of milk.
A bit of a mixed bag of imagery, but snow turning streets to rivers of milk? I dig that, partially because I’m hoping for big ol’ snowfall this year and when there is enough snow on the ground, the analogy is apt (and I won’t mention the subtle sexual undertone of the image, either).
What about you?