First Line of Current Book - 2016

[frankie]

"

"Look me in the eye, young man!"

"

 

- Look Me in the Eye by John Elder Robison 

 

 

[bobblybear]

"There is a man."

 

This Must Be The Place by Maggie O'Farrell

[Kylie]

'You frighten me', the Gypsy said.

 

A Red Herring Without Mustard by Alan Bradley

[Flip Martian]

Petrograd, Thursday 8th March 1917
During the last few days the discontent of the populace, weary of queueing outside every shop for the necessities of life, has greatly increased.

 

The Diary of a Diplomat in Russia 1917-1918 by Louis de Robien

[Onion Budgie]

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

 

 

Life of Pi by Yann Martel

[Danno]

"A busy and crowded station, full of people trying to go somewhere"

 

Harry Potter and the cursed child

[frankie]

"I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date, I sing to myself as I hurry down the road - half-walking, half-running." 

 

The Bucket List to Mend a Broken Heart by Anna Bell 

[Athena]

"I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date, I sing to myself as I hurry down the road - half-walking, half-running." 

 

The Bucket List to Mend a Broken Heart by Anna Bell

That's a nice first line .

 

"Oi!

 

What do you think you're doing? Close this book and put it back on the shelf right this minute."

 

The first lines of my next read, which will be Georgie Pritchett (ill. Jamie Littler) - Wilf The Mighty Worrier 2: Wilf The Mighty Worrier Battles A Pirate.

[Lau_Lou]

Everybody said so.

 

The Haunted Man by Charles Dickens

[Ben]

(Glad this thread was resurrected.)

 

The church is blowing a sad windblown "Kathleen" on the bells in the skid row slums as I wake up all woebegone and goopy, groaning from another drinking bout and groaning most of all because I'd ruined my 'secret return' to San Francisco by getting silly drunk while hiding in the alleys with bums and then marching forth into North Beach to see everybody altho Lorenz Monsanto and I'd exchanged huge letters outlining how I would sneak in quietly, call him on the phone using a code name like Adam Yulch or Lalagy Pulvertaft (also writers) and then he would secretly drive me to his cabin in the Big Sur woods where I would be alone and undisturbed for six weeks just chopping wood, drawing water, writing, sleeping, hiking, etc. etc.

 

Big Sur by Jack Kerouac.