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It Should've been a perfect night.  I was out for a midnight stroll along a dark, deserted highway, somewhere in the middle of Kentucky.

 

Lights Out by James Patterson the last book in the series of Daniel X.

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On the morning the last Lisbon daughter took her turn at suicide - it was Mary this time, and sleeping pills, like Therese - the two paramedics arrived at the house knowing exactly where the knife drawer was, and the gas oven, and the beam in the basement from which it was possible to tie a rope.

 

The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides

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"Know that two thousand, one hundred, and seventy-one conventional years have passed since the Terran Exodus. Today is the fifth-sixth day of the third month." the pale man said. (I know that's two lines, but I felt it made more sense by quoting two lines).

 

Scott Meyer - Master of Formalities

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It occurred as far back as 15th February 1850.

 

A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder by James De Mille

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"On the pleasant shore of the French Riviera, about halfway between Marseilles and the Italian border, stands a proud, rose-colored hotel."

 

- Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Famagusta was golden.  The beach, the bodies of sunbathers and the lives of those who lived there were gilded by warmth and good fortune.

 

The Sunrise - Victoria Hislop

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"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife"

 

Pride and prejudice - Jane Austen

 

Got to be one of the most famous opening lines in the history of literature that...

 

"At ten to nine on a June morning, a shining and brilliant morning that promised a day of great heat, a lady of sixty-three cycled through the streets of Oxford."

 

- Kolymsky Heights by Lionel Davidson

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"When I check my pocket watch, it's already gone twenty past seven. I'm standing in the rain outside Zetterberg's house, where the city's most fashionable street confronts the back lanes."

 

- Clinch by Martin Holmén

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' Yesterday I almost saw her.

 

'Eloise' by Judy Finnigan

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"Where does it all begin? Perhaps here, in Baggot Street, on the first floor of one of Dublin's best restaurants, on a day in spring." Time Present and Time Past, Deirdre Madden

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I've just finished this book so it's still clear in my memory, but i love the opening lines of The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, it really caught my attention.

 

First the colors. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try. Here is a small fact - You are going to die.

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Lady Linwood being denied, the morning caller inquired with some anxiety for Miss Linwood, or, in fact, for any of the young ladies.

 

The Convenient Marriage by Georgette Heyer.

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“He knew at once it was a human bone, when he took it from the baby who was sitting on the floor chewing it.”

Silence of the Grave by Arnaldur Indriðason

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I've just finished this book so it's still clear in my memory, but i love the opening lines of The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, it really caught my attention.

 

First the colors. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try. Here is a small fact - You are going to die.

 

Do you cry when you read this? (I mean the whole book, not the opening line ;)).

 

 

Jeeves placed the sizzling eggs and b. on the breakfast table, and Reginald ('Kipper') Herring and I, licking the lips, squared our elbows and got down to it.

 

Jeeves in the Offing by PG Wodehouse

 

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Do you cry when you read this? (I mean the whole book, not the opening line ;)).

 

Noooooo. Real men don't cry, didn't you know?  :P  

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Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.

 

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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A pinkish- gray banner that had been red, hung in the webbing of steel beams.

 

We the Living, Ayn Rand

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Noooooo. Real men don't cry, didn't you know?  :P  

 

I reckon the real 'modern' man does. :P (The 'metrosexual', if you will.)

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I exist! I am conceived to the chimes of midnight on the clock on the mantelpiece in the room across the hall.

 

Behind the scenes at the museum by Kate Atkinson

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