I created the Friday Book Share Game to help search for that ideal novel/author.
Anyone can have a go – all you need to do is answer the following questions based on a book you enjoyed reading and use the hashtag #FridayBookShare
First line of the book.
Recruit fans by adding the book blurb.
Introduce the main character using only three words.
Delightful design (add the cover image of the book).
Audience appeal (who would enjoy reading this book?)
Your favourite line/scene.
I’m feeling slightly frustrated that my TBR pile is getting longer and I can’t seem to catch up! I’ve wanted to start Maggie Stiefvater’s The Raven Boys series for ages but the first book remains wedged between Philippa Gregory and Alison Goodman! So, I thought I’d reminisce about the first Stiefvater book I ever read instead – Shiver.
First line – I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.
Recruit fans by adding the book blurb –
Grace is fascinated by the wolves in the woods behind her house; one yellow-eyed wolf in particular. Every winter, she watches him, but every summer, he disappears.
Sam leads two lives. In winter, he stays in the frozen woods, with the protection of the pack. In summer, he has a few precious months to be human . . . until the cold makes him shift back again.
When Grace and Sam finally meet, they realize they can’t bear to be apart. But as winter nears, Sam must fight to stay human – or risk losing himself, and Grace, for ever.
Introduce the main character – Grace is inquisitive, brave, and funny
Delightful Design –
Audience appeal – Perfect for fans of urban fantasy, YA, werewolves/shifters, mythology
Your favourite line/scene –
I was not a wolf, but I wasn’t Sam yet, either.
I was leaking womb bulging with the promise of conscious thoughts: the frozen woods far behind me, the girl on the tyre swing, the sound of fingers on metal strings. The future and the past, both the same, snow and then summer and then snow again.
A shattered spider’s web of many colours, cracked in ice, immeasurable sad.
“Sam,” the girl said. “Sam.”
She was past present future. I wanted to answer, but I was broken.