Ten first lines meme.
Jan. 28th, 2003 08:31 amCourtesy of
papersky,
hobbitbabe, and
pameladean, first lines of ten beloved novels not yet mentioned by anyone else. I have also limited myself to one novel per author. In no particular order:
Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. Cat's Eye, Margaret Atwood.
It was a dark and stormy night. A Wrinkle in Time, Madeleine L'Engle.
Ethan said, "I hate baseball." Summerland, Michael Chabon.
I am afraid. Barrayar, Lois McMaster Bujold.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen.
There were five of us - Carruthers and the new recruit and myself, and Mr. Spivens and the verger. To Say Nothing of the Dog, Connie Willis.
Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the big thoroughfares. A Little Princess, Frances Hodgson Burnett.
"That's another of them, don't you know," said the Major. As some people can sense the presence of a cat in the room, so the Major could sense a journalist, or at any rate claimed that he could. The Glimpses of the Moon, Edmund Crispin.
The last two books on my list are missing from my bookshelf. If I lent them to you, please consider returning them.
papersky kindly provided the first lines:
There was a new house next door to Gentian's. Juniper, Gentian, and Rosemary, Pamela Dean.
"Lymond is back." The Game of Kings, Dorothy Dunnett.
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Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. Cat's Eye, Margaret Atwood.
It was a dark and stormy night. A Wrinkle in Time, Madeleine L'Engle.
Ethan said, "I hate baseball." Summerland, Michael Chabon.
I am afraid. Barrayar, Lois McMaster Bujold.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen.
There were five of us - Carruthers and the new recruit and myself, and Mr. Spivens and the verger. To Say Nothing of the Dog, Connie Willis.
Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the big thoroughfares. A Little Princess, Frances Hodgson Burnett.
"That's another of them, don't you know," said the Major. As some people can sense the presence of a cat in the room, so the Major could sense a journalist, or at any rate claimed that he could. The Glimpses of the Moon, Edmund Crispin.
The last two books on my list are missing from my bookshelf. If I lent them to you, please consider returning them.
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There was a new house next door to Gentian's. Juniper, Gentian, and Rosemary, Pamela Dean.
"Lymond is back." The Game of Kings, Dorothy Dunnett.