Every Saturday morning, I’ll share the first lines (or better yet, the first paragraph or first round idea) of a book I’m currently reading.

Here are the first lines of Broken April, by Ismail Kadare:

“His feet were cold, and each time he moved his numbed legs a little he heard the the desolate grating of pebbles under his shoes. But the sense of desolation was really inside him. Never before had he stayed motionless for so long, lying in wait behind a ridge that overlooked the highway.”

Join me in the trend, grab the nearest book, and share the first lines in the comments with us. Or share the first line of a book you’ve recently reviewed and link to the post!