Well hello, beautiful people! I am currently in the midst of trying to talk myself both into and out of reorganizing my library. It’s been a very interesting time listening to my internal monologue. It basically goes “the Brandon Sanderson books are going to need more space!” and “you don’t have to worry about Sanderson until next year, reorganize then”. I’m sure the Hubs would be of help…if I had talked to him about this.

I never claimed to make sense.

But it is Friday, so its time for me to put the debate to the side for now, and concentrate on First Lines Friday! First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for book lovers hosted by Wandering Words, or, as her blog is going by now, Emma IRL. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author, or its prestige, we judged it by its opening lines?

• Pick a book off your shelf (it could be your current read or on your TBR) and open to the first page
• Copy the first few lines, but don’t give anything else about the book away just yet – you need to hook the reader first
• Finally… reveal the book!

Today’s book is one that has been on my TBR for years…and years. And it’s the first book in a series.

The Line:

It started at one-thirty on a cold Thursday morning in January when Michael Turner, Street performer and, in his own words, apprentice gigolo, tripped over a body in front of the West Portico of St. Paul’s at Covent Garden.

Intrigued?

The Book:

Rivers of London by Ben Aaronovitch

Probationary Constable Peter Grant dreams of being a detective in London’s Metropolitan Police. Too bad his superior plans to assign him to the Case Progression Unit, where the biggest threat he’ll face is a paper cut. But Peter’s prospects change in the aftermath of a puzzling murder, when he gains exclusive information from an eyewitness who happens to be a ghost. Peter’s ability to speak with the lingering dead brings him to the attention of Detective Chief Inspector Thomas Nightingale, who investigates crimes involving magic and other manifestations of the uncanny. Now, as a wave of brutal and bizarre murders engulfs the city, Peter is plunged into a world where gods and goddesses mingle with mortals and a long-dead evil is making a comeback on a rising tide of magic.

This book was originally published in America under the name Midnight Riot, they have since fixed this egregious error.

I bought this book back in 2014 and for some reason just never picked it up. No idea why. Could be because it’s an ebook, and those are harder to keep track of. Heck, I may have even tried to read it at some point, but I don’t remember. That, by the way, is very unlikely, as I remember almost all of the books I read. Can’t always remember their names, but I remember them!

Have you read Rivers of London? What did you think?