lexiepiper Posted March 1, 2009 Share Posted March 1, 2009 Josh Ryder looked through the camera's viewfinder, focusing on the security guard arguing with a young mother whose hair was dyed so red it looked like she was on fire. The Reincarnationist ~ M.J. Rose Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pilgrim Posted March 1, 2009 Share Posted March 1, 2009 "No knowledge has come down to us of Joseph Knecht's orgins." However, this after a lengthy introduction and a foreward. The Glass Bead Game by Hermann Hesse Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charm Posted March 1, 2009 Share Posted March 1, 2009 The eastern seaboard is crammed with dead people. An Ice Cold Grave ~by~ Charlaine Harris Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lucybird Posted March 1, 2009 Share Posted March 1, 2009 "Dear Diary, My two best friends are no longer at war" Diary of a Married Call Girl- Tracy Quan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pipread Posted March 1, 2009 Share Posted March 1, 2009 I am not a hero. I stand at the end of the long, long line of good Dutch people.... Anne Frank Remembered ~ Miep Gies Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ben Posted March 1, 2009 Share Posted March 1, 2009 The eastern seaboard is crammed with dead people. An Ice Cold Grave ~by~ Charlaine Harris Certainly a happy first line? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fluffyblue Posted March 1, 2009 Share Posted March 1, 2009 Jane Austen really is the mistress of long sentences! Here's the first line of Persuasion, which I started this evening (and am so far loving immensely!): "Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs changed naturally into pity and contempt as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century; and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest which never failed." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ceinwenn Posted March 2, 2009 Share Posted March 2, 2009 At Christmas, we need to seduce the shopper all over again, like a spouse trying to reignite the flame. ~ The secret Shopper's Revenge by Kate Harrison Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heather Posted March 2, 2009 Share Posted March 2, 2009 The house in Silverlake was dark, its windows as empty as a dead mans eyes. Michael Connelly~The Concrete Blonde Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lexiepiper Posted March 2, 2009 Share Posted March 2, 2009 It's the last Monday of the month, a brutally gorgeous morning brimming with blue air and the sweet scent of honeysuckle, which grows wild in the woods beyond Front Street, when Ethan Ford fails to show up work. Blue Diary ~ Alice Hoffman Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ben Posted March 2, 2009 Share Posted March 2, 2009 The house in Silverlake was dark, its windows as empty as a dead mans eyes. Michael Connelly~The Concrete Blonde Like the sound of that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wilde Lily Posted March 3, 2009 Share Posted March 3, 2009 Carl Laurids is born at M Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lucybird Posted March 3, 2009 Share Posted March 3, 2009 "A throng of bearded men, in sand-coloured garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden ediface, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes" The Scarlet Letter- Nathaniel Hawthorne Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kylie Posted March 3, 2009 Share Posted March 3, 2009 This is a frontways view of Bunyip Bluegum and his Uncle Wattleberry. The Magic Pudding by Lindsay Norman. (There's an accompanying picture.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rwemad Posted March 3, 2009 Share Posted March 3, 2009 I have to start somewhere, trying to understand. Over by Margaret Forster Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charm Posted March 3, 2009 Share Posted March 3, 2009 There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbours. The Tales Of Beedle The Bard ~by~ J K Rowling Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rosegarden Posted March 4, 2009 Share Posted March 4, 2009 I never found a way to fill all the silence. The Story of Forgetting by Stefan Merrill Block Carole Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rwemad Posted March 4, 2009 Share Posted March 4, 2009 We watched her from the bedroom window, striding along the edge of the road, tripping in the ditch, catching her balance, thump, thump, thump, her fist beating against her side. According to Ruth by Jane Feaver Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lexiepiper Posted March 4, 2009 Share Posted March 4, 2009 It was ten minutes past three in the morning, and Kevin Lewis looked like he was about to pass out. Ben Mezrich ~ Bringing Down The House: How Six Students Took Vegas For Millions Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ben Posted March 4, 2009 Share Posted March 4, 2009 The Healer's name was Fords Deep Waters. The Host. - Stephenie Meyer. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charm Posted March 5, 2009 Share Posted March 5, 2009 Its that moon again, slung so fat and low in the tropical night, calling out across a curdled sky and into the quivering ears of that dear old voice in the shadows, the Dark Passenger, nestled snug in the backseat of the Dodge K-car of Dexte's hypothetical soul. Dearly Devoted Dexter ~by~ Jeff Lindsay Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heather Posted March 5, 2009 Share Posted March 5, 2009 The stockholders' meeting, or maybe the stockholders' uprising is a better way to describe the event, took pl;ace on April 21 at the Grand Hyatt Hotel in Manhatten. Second Time Around~Mary Higgins Clark Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
busy91 Posted March 6, 2009 Share Posted March 6, 2009 The angel was cleaning out his closets when the call came. Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chesilbeach Posted March 6, 2009 Share Posted March 6, 2009 Mr Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth - a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good-natured, but absolutely centred upon his own silly self. The Lost World by Arthur Conan Doyle Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rach.at.the.disco Posted March 6, 2009 Share Posted March 6, 2009 I chose this place to live, believing that I would find anonymity among those who did not care if the plaster and glass and paintwork of rented houses splintered and decayed, who were not reproached by gardens gone to seed and rotting sofas. The Orchard On Fire - Shena Mackay Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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