Guess the book from the opening lines....again!

[In_Conceivable]

An easy one, but my favorite.

[quote]
All happy families resemble one another; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way

[Gail]

I love this game…

"I wore white gloves. I lived with my mother and father. I was not a child. I was thirty-seven years old. My bottom lip was swollen. "

[Jenny_Haniver]

*Originally posted by In Conceivable *
**An easy one, but my favorite.

All happy families resemble one another; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way **

Anna Karenina. Hey, softballs need hitting, too. And it is arguably the best beginning ever.
Here’s mine:

On a certain day in June, 19–, a young man was making his way on foot northward from the great City to a town or place called Edgewood. His name was [character name deleted to make it interesting], and he was going to Edgewood to get married; the fact that he walked and didn’t ride was one of the conditions placed on his coming there at all.

[Krisfer_the_Cat]

I’m athinkin that I’m too much of a science geek in here. Although I did know the AnnaKarenina first lines.

Okay how about:

The old woman remembered a swan she had bought many years ago in Shanghai for a foolish sum.

[ouisey]

Joy Luck Club!

[ouisey]

oh, and here’s my quote:

I am going to pack my two shirts with my other socks and my best suit in the little blue cloth my mother used to tie round her hair when she did the house, and I am going from the Valley.

[chicksdigscars]

*Originally posted by Loneraven *

---

The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde.

Mine:

No doubt about it, I’ve been hitting the basil hard tonight.

[Krisfer_the_Cat]

NUTZ ouisey!

Well that’s it BACK to the science books!

• had a long post here but the evil hamsters ate it I hope they get heartburn!*

Pirates have always been elusive figures. They came out of the blue. They attacked, they looted, and they vanished.

Well okay its a history book…

[Mariemarie]

The one about the basil: ]Anonymous Rex

Where did this come from?

It is not a heart: light, heavy, kind or broken. Dear, hard, bleeding or transparent; it is not a heart.

[Mr.Blue_Sky]

“Rocky, would you take a look at this?”

[MaggietheCat]

MarieMarie, that’s Tom Robbins’ Even Cowgirls Get the Blues.

[Krisfer_the_Cat]

Maggie from one cat to another: WELCOME TO THE BOARDS!

Hushed were the streets of many-peopled Thebes. Those few who passed through them moved with the shadowy fleetness of bats near dawn…

Its a short story. I apologize for that but…maybe you know it anyway.

[Baldwin]

On a certain day in June, 19–, a young man was making his way on foot northward from the great City to a town or place called Edgewood. His name was [character name deleted to make it interesting], and he was going to Edgewood to get married; the fact that he walked and didn’t ride was one of the conditions placed on his coming there at all.

Am I the first? That would have to be Little, Big by John Crowley.

Here’s another softball (and quoting from memory, so forgive me if it’s inexact):

He was born with a gift for laughter and a sense that the world was mad.

[LurkMeister]

Scaramouche, by Raphael Sabatini. I haven’t read it in years, but I recognized the opening line immediately.

I am a very old man; how old I do not know. Possibly I am a hundred, possibly more; but I cannot tell because I have never aged as other men, nor do I remember any childhood. So far as I can recollect I have always been a man, a man of about thirty.

[eli_the_fanatic]

Edgar Rice Burroughs, A Princess of Mars

Marley was dead: to begin with.

[Krisfer_the_Cat]

A Christmas Carol Charles Dickens

[squeegee]

A Christmas Carol.

All the way to the horizon in the last light, the sea was just degrees of gray, rolling a frothy on the surface. From the cockpit of a small white sloop – she was thirty-five feet long – the waves looked like hills coming up from behind, and most of the crew preferred not to glance at them.

[squeegee]

Woah. I guess I win.:o

[squeegee]

Hint: Pulitzer.

[Lsura]

All the way to the horizon in the last light, the sea was just degrees of gray, rolling a frothy on the surface. From the cockpit of a small white sloop – she was thirty-five feet long – the waves looked like hills coming up from behind, and most of the crew preferred not to glance at them.

The Soul of a New Machine by Tracy Kidder
Here’s one:

The small boys came to the hanging. It was still dark when the first three or four of them sidled out of the hovels, quiet as cats in their felt boots. A thin layer of fresh snow covered the little town like a new coat of paint, and theirs were the first footprints to blemish its perfect surface.