Horton Hears a Hook Hop!

That's not a hook, Horton!

Kimberly Zook over at Book Nook is doing a Hook Hop. Say that ten times fast and you've got yourself a Dr. Seuss sequel. It's a great idea, and here's how it works if you'd like to join in. Post a hook from any one of your works-in-progress on your blog (all genres accepted).

But what's a hook?
Your hook, dear Horton, is your opening lines, between one and five sentences.

Then what do I do?
Fill in your name and blog address in the linky below.
Then what do I do?
Hop over to at least three other hook hoppers and comment on their hooks. (you can find many hook hoppers at Zook's Book Nook, too.)
And then?
Sit back and wait for the hoots and hollers on your hook to come showering down--much in the same way you once waited for the bazillions of dollars you expected to earn off a chain letter. Only this really works! It does! Really!

Here is my hook, from a middle-grade novel:

My Daddy named me Lyndon Baines Hawkins on account of how both me and the president messed up his life. That old cowboy president sent Daddy away across the ocean to a country he never wanted any part of, and when he got back here to Tennessee it turned out he was dragging me along too, like a sackfull of scrip, that’s how Daddy puts it when he’s feeling dark—though for real I wasn’t even as big as a two-pound crookneck squash inside Mama’s belly in those days.