First sentence of current book

[Tzara Drusak]

"It was the anniversary of something bad."

Way to start a book J.R.R.R. Hardison with the ridiculously funny Fish Wielder.

[Redlegs]

The Narrow Road to the Deep North by Richard Flanagan

Why at the beginning of things is there always light?

One of my favourite books ever!

[DEBUELLA]

Shy swallowed Hard.

Leto by Susan Bliler

[Redlegs]

Down the back of the Southern Cross kids were shooting butterflies.

The Glass Canoe, David Ireland

[nfdaniel85]

"Roaring thunder crackled and boomed, rippling across the waters of the Maltherean Sea, bouncing from isle to isle"
The Golden Age, James Maxwell

[Polgesteirg]

It was a perfect night for a walk in Canton, Jason Conner thought.

[Tur turee]

Mommy, I'm hungry!" I say looking for her.
Fifty shades darker

[brunettebiblio]

There had been no major incidents-at least, nothing of the sort I imagined could happen my first week at Vandenberg School for Boys (no salmonella outbreak, no still-lit cigarette imprudently disposed in a wastebasket, no menacingly quiet freshman with a handgun).

ARC of Indecent by Corinne Sullivan

[wiesnerandrew]

"Reverend, you have a visitor."

Raven's Peak - Lincoln Cole

[Snrains13]

Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pop-holes.

Animal Farm by George Orwell

[Dest_Robinson]

On a drowsy Sunday afternoon, a man in a long dark coat hesitated in front of a house on a tree-lined street.

Cruel Prince - Holly Black

[Pmoser]

The dinner was at the colonel’s - an old-fashioned, partly furnished, two-story house nearly a century old which crouches down behind a larger and more modern dwelling fronting on Bedford Place within a stone’s throw of the tall clock tower of Jefferson Market.

Colonel Carter of Cartersville...F. Hopkinson Smith

[stacie k]

The slender figure slowed his pace as he approached 22 Westbrook Drive.

Hard Place by Douglas Stewart

[Redlegs]

All the June Saturday afternoon Sam Pollit's children were on the lookout as they skated around the dirt sidewalks and seamed old asphalt of R Street and Reservoir Road that bounded the deep-grassed acres of Tohoga House, their home.

The Man Who Loved Children, Christina Stead.

[McFatter]

A doctor took pictures of my lungs. They were full of snow flurries.

Galveston, Nic Pizzolatto.


(Technically the first two sentences, but this is clearly the author's first statement to kick off his narrative.)