Continuation of
last year's booklist.
TitleAuthorFirst LineLast Line1Wolf HallHilary Mantel"So now get up."Early September. Five days. Wolf Hall.2The Lovely BonesAlice SeboldMy name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie.I wish you all a long and happy life.3The FloodIan RankinWhen Mary Miller was ten years old and not yet a witch, and Carsden was still a thriving mining village, she would watch her brother Tom playing football in the park with his friends.She did not understand what was happening, not exactly, but she saw Sandy's bright teeth gritted in determination, and she knew that whatever he was thinking, it had to do with endurance and even perhaps, just perhaps, a kind of resurrection.4The True History of ParadiseMargaret Cezair-ThompsonIt's Easter, and Jamaica is in a state of emergency.Panic and history are mine.5PaddytumTricia HeighwayAt one thirty three in the afternoon on the second Wednesday in May, something happened which was to change Robert Handle's life forever.And, sometimes, she thought he spoke to her too.6The Wonderful Wizard of OzFrank L. BaumDorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife."I'm so glad to be at home again!"7Alice's Adventures in WonderlandLewis CarrollAlice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?' Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days. 8The Vicomte of BragelonneAlexandre DumasTowards the middle of the month of May, in the year 1660, at nine o'clock in the morning, when the sun, already high in the heavens, was fast absorbing the dew from the ramparts of the castle of Blois, a little cavalcade, composed of three men and two pages, re-entered the city by the bridge, without producing any other effect upon the passengers of the quay beyond a first movement of the hand to the head, as a salute, and a second movement of the tongue to express, in the purest French then spoken in France: "There is Monsieur returning from hunting." And that was all."M. d'Herblay was right," murmured Fouquet, pulling out his watch; "an hour and fifty-five minutes. It was quite true."9Ten Years LaterAlexandre DumasThe reader guesses beforehand whom the usher preceded in announcing the courier from Bretagne."Yes," was her reply, as she tenderly embraced La Valliere, whom, inwardly, she was tempted to strangle.10Louise de la ValliereAlexandre DumasDuring all these long and noisy debates between the opposite ambitions of politics and love, one of our characters, perhaps the one least deserving of neglect, was, however, very much neglected, very much forgotten, and exceedingly unhappy."'Tis well; conduct me to him."11The Man in the Iron MaskAlexandre DumasSince Aramis's singular transformation into a confessor of the order, Baisemeaux was no longer the same man.