by Val Tobin
Agents and editors will often decide whether a book is for them by reading the first page of a manuscript. Many readers also decide to buy a book based on that critical first-page sample. Each month I post the first page of a book and you can vote on whether or not you’d read the book based on the sample.
After you vote, I’ll let you know the title of the book, my reaction to the sample, and why I’d keep reading or why I’d put it down. The goal is to have fun while we explore the beginnings of a variety of books and what compels readers to keep reading.
While I won’t divulge the title or author until you’ve read the piece, I will include the genre and any preliminary items (for example, quotes) you’d see when opening the book on your own.
Genre: Mystery/Detective Fiction
After it’s over, of course, you want to kick yourself for all the things you didn’t see at the time. The Had-I-But-Known school of private investigation perhaps. My name is Kinsey Millhone and most of my reports begin the same way. I start by asserting who I am and what I do, as though by stating the same few basic facts I can make sense out of everything that comes afterward.
This is what’s true of me in brief. I’m female, age thirty-two, single, self-employed. I went through the police academy when I was twenty, joining Santa Teresa Police Department on graduation. I don’t even remember now how I pictured the job before I took it on. I must have had a vague, idealistic notion of law and order, the good guys versus the bad, with occasional court appearances in which I’d be asked to testify as to which was which. In my view, the bad guys would all go to jail, thus making it safe for the rest of us to carry on. After a while, I realized how naïve I was. I was frustrated at the restrictions and frustrated because back then, policewomen were viewed with a mixture of curiosity and scorn. I didn’t want to spend my days defending myself against “good-natured” insults, or having to prove how tough I was again and again. I wasn’t getting paid enough to deal with all that grief, so I got out.
For two years, I tried an assortment of occupations, but none had the same pull. Whatever else is true of police work, it does entail the intermittent sick thrill of life on the edge. I was hooked on the adrenal rush, and I couldn’t go back to the commonplace.
Eventually, I joined a small firm of private investigators …
Would you turn the page? Vote now.
Today’s Book Revealed
Today’s book is B is for Burglar by Sue Grafton.
Blurb from Amazon
B is for Burglar, from Sue Grafton’s #1 New York Times bestselling Kinsey Millhone Alphabet mystery series
Beverly Danziger looked like an expensive, carefully wrapped package from a good but conservative shop. Only her compulsive chatter hinted at the nervousness beneath her cool surface. It was a nervousness out of all proportion to the problem she placed before Kinsey Millhone. There was an absent sister. A will to be settled–a matter of only a few thousand dollars. Mrs. Danziger did not look as if she needed a few thousand dollars. And she didn’t seem like someone longing for a family reunion.
Still, business was slow, and even a private investigator has bills to pay. Millhone took the job. It looked routine.
Elaine Boldt’s wrappings were a good deal flashier than her sister’s, but they signaled the same thing: The lady had money. A rich widow in her early forties, she owned a condo in Boca Raton and another in Santa Teresa. According to the manager of the California building, she was last seen draped in her $12,000 lynx coat heading for Boca Raton. According to the manager of the Florida building, she never got there. But someone else had and she was camping out illegally in Mrs. Boldt’s apartment. The job was beginning to seem a bit less routine.
It turned tricky when Beverly Danziger ordered Millhone to drop the case and it took on an ominous quality when Aubrey Danziger surfaced, making all kinds of wild accusations about his wife. But it only became sinister when Millhone learned that just days before Elaine Boldt went missing, her next-door neighbor and bridge partner had been murdered and the killer was still at large.
A house destroyed by arson. A brutally murdered a woman. A missing lynx coat. An apartment burgled of valueless papers, another ransacked in a melée of mindless destruction. And more murder. As Millhone digs deeper into the case, she finds herself in a nightmarish hall of mirrors in which reality is distorted by illusion and nothing–except danger–is quite what it seems.
Would I Turn the Page?
To be clear, I turned the page but only because I’d already read Grafton’s first book in the series and enjoyed it. If I didn’t know anything about the author and only had that one page to go on, I’d pass on it, mostly because it’s a backstory info dump on the first page.
Nothing in that first page hooks me enough to want to read on. There’s a reason editors and agents warn writers not to insert backstory at the beginning and to start the story in media res (in the midst of things). Readers want to relate to and identify with the main character before they’re likely to want to hear about the character’s past. For a great post on this very subject, read Randy Ingermanson’s “How to Make Your Reader Care About Your Characters.”
What Grafton shares with us in that prologue should’ve been dished out as needed throughout the story, especially since readers already familiar with the character wouldn’t need the whole spiel. The blurb for the story intrigues me enough that it compels me to read beyond the first page. But without the blurb to prime my reading pump, I’d be bored before the end of the first page. To me, it’s like talking to someone at a cocktail party who drones on about themselves.
Was the story worth reading past the first page? Yes. I’m actually up to E is for Evidence in the series. The books are short, fast-paced reads, and I enjoy reading them. Grafton writes well-crafted crime stories and Kinsey Millhone is a likeable hero.
What do you think?
Does this passage from B is for Burglar intrigue you? Does it make you want to turn the page and continue reading? Will you run out now and buy the book? Borrow it?
Val Tobin writes speculative fiction and searches the world over for the perfect butter tart. Her home is in Newmarket, Ontario, where she enjoys writing, reading, and talking about writing and reading.