Book Beginnings + Friday 56: Written in the Stars by Christina Coryell

Book Beginnings is a weekly meme hosted by Rose City Reader that asks you to share the first sentence (or so) of the book you're reading.

Friday 56 is hosted by Freda's Voice and asks you to grab a book (any book), turn to page 56 or 56% in your ereader and share a non-spoilery sentence or two.

This week I'm featuring Written in the Stars by Christina Coryell. It just released this Tuesday and OH MY GOODNESS! It's SO good! You can check out my review for it here.

Book Beginning

Wretched, filthy dust.

Brooke had almost forgotten the way it filtered in like it was part of the sunlight itself, peppered everything it touched with a powdery sheen, and drifted in the air so thick she could taste it. Had nearly blocked from her memory the way it formed a cloud that seemed to engulf passing cars like a sienna-colored mist. Not that she had seen any passing cars. Her pearl-white Nissan Roadster was the only vehicle traversing the dirt at present, and the tires grew noisier the farther she traveled down the road, as though voicing their own protest.

Friday 56 (Actually 64% on my Kindle because 56% is full of spoilers)

"She said that the stars are constant," Holly continued. "No matter what's happenin' in our world, they're still there. The bright sun may hide them, or a dark cloud, but that doesn't mean they're gone. Tomorrow they'll be in the same place, waitin' for me to find them again."

About the Book

Roundabout these parts, dirt roads don’t just get you from point A to point B. They intersect to create a maze of life often missed when outsiders drive through a sleepy town. The number on the population sign might seem insignificant, but a few short steps from the beaten path, there’s more than meets the eye.

Look a little closer… That sleek out-of-town convertible is bringing former pageant queen Brooke Langdon back into town for the first time in a decade. She’s dragging nothing with her but the hyphen in her last name. Gatlin Moore is running his tractor along the fence line, spending his days keeping up his parents’ farm instead of living out his dreams in Nashville. The sheriff is pulling into Holly Christian’s driveway, preparing to tell her that her life’s about to crumble. And Hunter Pearce, the guy everyone calls when they need something fixed? He’s racing to Holly’s place too, wondering if things are too broken to put back together.

Welcome to Hope Canyon. This is our backroads story.

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