Inspired by
roisinaine, here are 12 random first lines. I don't actually have that many books here as most are at my parents still but there are more than enough for a meme! A mixture of GO and some other favourites - I imagine some are a lot easier than others!
ETA - only one left to get although I'm not sure that I would get it if I didn't know what it was...
1. It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath -
morganmuffle 2. 'I won't! I won't go! And if you ask her to have me, I'll run away!' The New Abbey Girls by EJO -
dozydormouse 3. Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. Middlemarch by George Eliot -
teaandbooks 4. The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad -
dozydormouse 5. Even when the last of the medicine bottles was cleared away and she was supposed to have 'had' convalescence, Harriet did not get well. White Boots by Noel Streatfield -
teaandbooks 6. The Rue du Coq d'Or, Paris, seven in the morning. Down and Out in Paris and London by George Orwell -
morganmuffle 7. Through the frayed curtain at my window a wan glow announces the break of day.
8. I was sitting in the meadows one day, not long ago, at a place where there was a very small brook. What Katy Did -
dozydormouse 9. The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as 'The Styles Case' has now somewhat subsided. The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie -
dozydormouse 10. I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton -
dozydormouse 11. The three women got off the train at Lauterbrunnen and asked Axel, the cab driver, for the Chalet Hotel. Chalet Girls Grow Up -
dozydormouse 12. I am always drawn back to the places where I have loved, the houses and their neighbourhoods. Breakfast at Tiffany's by Truman Capote -
morganmuffle