I’m about to head to the library to return 28 books. I thought it would be interesting to write down the first lines from all these books. Well, from 26 of them since we can’t seem to find 2. See if any of these first lines flame up your imagination.
The following were my picks:
In these dungeons the darkness was complete, but Katsa had a map in her hand.
Coraline discovered the door a little while after they moved into the house.
I could hear the constant jingling of harness bells in the avenue and the voices of girls calling gaily to each other as they arrived in their sleighs and carriages at the big blue house next door.
“Hard a’lee, me boys!” shouted Nick McIver over the wind, “or be smashed to smithereens in the jaws of Gravestone Rock!”
“Holy Cow!” I said when Sophie Bowman told me she’d be joining me at All Saints School for Girls this year.
These were my son’s picks (all series books; located along one shelf; no need to wander too far in the stacks; exception was the book he had on hold):
I, Nate the Great, am a detective.
My name is Nate the Great.
I, Nate the great detective, was weeding the garden.
My name is Nate the Great.
I, Nate the Great, am a detective.
KC snuggled deeper inside her sleeping bag.
“Please, Josh,” Dink said. “If you come with me today, I’ll owe you one.”
Josh picked up a French fry, dipped it in ketchup, and drew his initials on his plate.
“I’m not dressing like a penguin and you can’t make me!” Josh said.
“I’m going to miss you!” Dink’s mother said as she pulled her car up to the airport.
“Hi, Mom, I’m in Florida!” Dink said.
It was Saturday night.
“READY, AIM, FIRE!” yelled Ruth Rose.
You glance at your watch and see that you’re late.
If Amy Cahill had to list what was wrong with eleven-year-old brothers, their habit of disappearing would be numero uno.
These were my daughter’s picks (all picture books, except for one I Can Read; taken from various places in the children’s section):
It was the first day of the County Fair!
It was Christmas Eve.
Kitty woke up happy!
Stay inside today, puppy, puppy, puppy, puppy.
Iona and Geneva had gone long before me.
Long ago in Kampuchea, a man and a woman lived on the edge of a lake.
Your turn! Find the nearest library book and tell me the first line. Or, tell me which of these first lines you liked the most.
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By the time mid-September had rolled around in the quirky little town of Second Creek, Mississippi, two things were readily apparent.
(Nearest library book.)
Elizabeth
Mystery Writing is Murder
“When he was sleepless, which was less often than it used to be, Jesse Stone would get into the black Explorer he’d driven from L.A. and cruise around Paradise, Massachusetts, where he was the chief of police.”
From Trouble in Paradise by Robert B Parker.
What a fun post. And thank you for reminding me to take some books back to the library today!
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