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February 27, 2008

First Lines

by Kris

I love opening lines. I love bending back the cover of a new book and turning to the first page, reading the very first thing the author thought I should read when she wrote that book. And I always pause after reading that first sentence. Does it instantly leave me wanting more, does it tease me with mystery and wonder, does it keep me reading?

Some opening lines are short, effective and memorable. “Call me Ishmael” is the classic opening line of Moby Dick by Herman Melville. “All this happened, more or less“ is the first thing you read in Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut. “It was a pleasure to burn,” writes Ray Bradbury in Fahrenheit 451. And Ayn Rand begins Atlas Shrugged with a question, “Who is John Galt?”

Some opening lines are longer but just as memorable. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” begins A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens, but then continues with, “it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness…” for the remainder of the first paragraph of the book.

Some opening lines are just awful, the most famous of which, written by Edward George Bulwer-Lytton in 1830, has given birth to the annual Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest for the worst first line of a book: "It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents--except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.”

Some of my personal favorites are:

“There's a bullet in my chest, less than a centimeter from my heart.” (A Cold Day in Paradise by Steve Hamilton)

"I was trapped in a house with a lawyer, a bare-breasted woman and a dead man. The rattlesnake in the paper sack only complicated matters." (Fat Tuesday by Earl Emerson)

"My day didn't start with murder, although the thought crossed my mind." (Fool's Puzzle by Earlene Fowler)

"As dead people went, Bess Leander smelled pretty good: lavender, sage and a hint of clove." (The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove, by Christopher Moore)

And, of course: “This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.” (The Princess Bride by William Goldman)

I've even been told the opening lines of my own Never Say Die aren't too bad:

"Zoey Morgan had once heard the cynical adage, 'Any day you don't wake up in a chalk outline is a good day.' Oh, yeah? she thought now. What if that's precisely where you awoke? What kind of day was it then? Obviously, your last."

So, what are some of your favorite opening lines?

Happy reading, and remember — don’t always judge a book by its cover or even by its opening lines. The best part doesn't always come at the beginning. But sometimes what's there is pretty good

Comments

I've always liked the beginning to Pride and Prejudice - "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife."

A Prayer for Owen Meany - "I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice - not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany."

Or what about Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone? "Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much."

Now I want to leave work and go home to read!

Good ones, Juanita!

"The evening sky was streaked with purple, the color of torn plums, and a light rain had started to fall when I came to the end of the blacktop road that cut through twenty miles of impenetrable scrub oak and pine and stopped at the front gate of Angola penitentiary."

The Neon Rain by James Lee Burke

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