Book Beginnings + Friday 56: The Fabrication of Eden Pruitt (The Eden Pruitt #1) by K.E. Ganshert

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. I'm also linking up with Carrie at Reading is My Superpower for First Line Friday.

This week I'm featuring The Fabrication of Eden Pruitt (The Eden Pruitt #1) by K.E. Ganshert. 

About the Book

Studious and principled Eden Pruitt stepped out of line just once. Unfortunately, that reckless decision ended with an arrest, a mug shot, and two very concerned parents. Now they’re starting over. In Iowa, of all places. On the cusp of her senior year, of all times. The situation is less than ideal but she’ll just have to manage, and without complaint. The change of address was her fault after all, and she isn’t going to make anything harder on her parents, who have already been through enough.

But life in Iowa turns strange fast. Odd things are happening, and Eden has no idea what any of it means. Then she comes home from her first day of school to a ransacked house and the nightmare officially begins. Her parents are missing. She’s convinced something terrible has happened to them. But nobody believes her. Except for a hardened, mysterious stranger who is as dangerous as he is enticing.

Book Beginnings / First Line Friday

“Eyyyyyyye-oh-wahh.” Eighteen-year-old Eden Pruitt drew out the syllables, shaping each one with the exaggerated stretching and contracting of her lips. Over the course of the past few days, she kept saying the word at random times to nobody in particular. In the dark of night, her blonde hair tangling with the ocean wind. In the car by herself on the last leg of a long journey. In the gas station bathroom while staring at her reflection in a dirty mirror. And now, on the threshold of a box-laden bedroom with another one in her arms. Perhaps if she said it enough, this new reality might feel less like a lucid dream. 

Iowa.

Friday 56

A perfunctory knock sounded on the front door. The person on the other side didn’t wait for an answer. Jack Forrester let himself in, and almost immediately, Eden’s stomach clenched into a fist. Judging by the look on Cassian’s face, he wasn’t pleased to see him either.

What have you been reading lately?