First Lines
The first lines of some of the books I have read or am reading. If I remember updating them here.
Potential Spoilers Ahead?
Dark Matter by Blake Crouch
beg:
I love Thursday nights. They have a feel to them that’s outside of time.
The Dangers of Smoking in Bed by Mariana Enríquez (Translated by Megan McDowell)
beg (angelita unearthed):
My grandma didn’t like the rain, and before the first drops fell, when the sky grew dark, she would go out to the backyard with bottles and bury them halfway, with the whole neck underground; she believed those bottles would keep the rain away.
beg (our lady of the quarry):
Silvia lived alone in a rented apartment of her own, with a five-foot-tall pot plant on the balcony and a giant bedroom with a mattress on the floor.
beg (the cart):
Juancho was drunk that day.
beg (the well):
Josefina remembered the trip - the heat, the crowded Renault 12 - like it was just a few days ago, and not back when she was six, just after Christmas, under the stifling January sun.
Piranesi by Susanna Clarke
beg:
When the Moon rose in the Third Northern Hall I went to the Ninth Vestibule to witness the joining of three Tides.
Earthlings by Sayaka Murata (Translated by Ginny Tapley Takemori)
beg:
Deep in the mountains of Akishina where Granny and Grandpa live, fragments of night linger even at midday
Almond by Won-Pyung Sohn (Translated by Sandy Joosun Lee)
beg:
I have almonds inside me. So do you.
The Stranger by Albert Camus
beg:
Mother died today. Or, maybe, yesterday; I can’t be sure.
The Inheritance Games by Jennifer Lynn Barnes
beg:
When I was a kid, my mom constantly invented games. The Quiet Game. The Who Can Make Their Cookie Last Longer? Game.
Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo
beg:
The servants called them malenchki, little ghosts, because they were the smartest and the youngest, and because they haunted the Duke’s house like giggling phantoms, darting in and out of rooms, hiding in cupboards to eavesdrop, sneaking into the kitchen to steal the last of the summer peaches.
Boy 21 by Matthew Quick
beg:
Sometimes I pretend that shooting hoops in my backyard is my earliest memory.