No, it is not. (Howards End and A Canticle for Leibowitz are correct.)
22.3 The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
- The Time Traveller’s Wife by Audrey Niffenger
22.1 Tom Jones?
- If a man walks in dressed like a hick and acting as if he owns the place, he’s a spaceman.
Vanity Fair, by W.M. Thackeray.
Heller really took off in a different direction after that opening, didn’t he?
Frankenstein by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
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Everybody is talkin’ these days about Tammany men growin’ rich on graft, but nobody thinks of drawin’ the distinction between honest graft and dishonest graft.
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I am Buffalo Bill’s horse.
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The small boys came early to the hanging.
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Almost everyone thought the man and the boy were father and son.
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Hughes got it wrong, in one important detail.
Is the second one one of the Jeeves and Wooster stories by P.G. Wodehouse?
God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, Kurt Vonnegut
Left Hand of Darkness - Ursula LeGuin.
Regards,
Shodan
That sounds like Heinlein, but I can’t identify the book.
The Pillars of the Earth
Double Star
Is the second one one of the Jeeves and Wooster stories by P.G. Wodehouse?
Nope.
It’s After Many a Summer Dies the Swan by Aldous Huxley.

God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, Kurt Vonnegut
You are officially awesome.
18: The Water Babies
33: 'Salem’s Lot
I’m going to give one, but I’m going to leave out the character’s name, because it’s a dead giveaway.
xxx was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charms as the Tarleton twins were.

I’m going to give one, but I’m going to leave out the character’s name, because it’s a dead giveaway.
xxx was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charms as the Tarleton twins were.
Shoulda left out the other name too: Gone with the Wind
I haven’t answered, but mine will surely never be answered due to its difficulty and obscureness:
– Lolita.

Double Star
Correct. And, of course, Eleanor of Aquitaine is correct - it is a Heinlein. And it begins what is in my opinion one of the most effective immersion introductions in SF: Not only is the world defined quickly, but the narrator’s character shows through in the tone.
BH1: Whenever my mother talks to me, she begins the conversation as though we were already in the middle of an argument.
BH2: You better not never tell nobody but God.
BH3: The bells of St. Mark’s were ringing changes up on the mountain when Bud skated over to the mod parlor to upgrade his skull gun.
BH4: Hi, this is Alexis at the Parents’ League.
BH5: Call them the Firstborn.
BH6: The host poured tea into the cup and placed it on the small table in front of his guests, who were a father and daughter, and put the lid on the cup with a clink.
All of these are from favorite books off my shelf next to me.

My father had a face that could stop a clock.
The Eyre Affair, Jasper Fforde
BH3: The bells of St. Mark’s were ringing changes up on the mountain when Bud skated over to the mod parlor to upgrade his skull gun.
The Diamond Age, Neal Stephenson
BH2: You better not never tell nobody but God.
I’m pretty sure this is The Color Purple but I can’t check because for some inexplicable reason it is not sitting on my shelf of favorite books.
BH1 is really, really familiar but I can’t quite place it. I’m gonna be doing one of these :smack: when somebody walks in here with the right answer.
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First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys.
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The night before he went to London, Richard Mayhew was not enjoying himself.
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In the spring, families in the suburbs of New Orleans-Metarie, Jefferson, Lafayette-hang wreaths on their front doors.
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Once upon a time when the world was young there was a Martian named Valentine Michael Smith.
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Of all the rash and midnight promises made in the name of love none, Boone now knew, was more certain to be broken than: ‘I’ll never leave you’.
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They never found her. Nothing at all: no clothes, no jewelry, no bones or teeth or lock of auburn hair.
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When the office door opened suddenly I knew the game was up.
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Imagine that you have to break someone’s arm.
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The idiot lived in a black and gray world, punctuated by the white lightning of hunger and the flickering of fear.