give up yourself unto the moment
Nicked from the_grynne:
1. Pick 10 of your favorite books or series.
2. Post the first sentence of each book. (If one sentence seems too short, post two or three!)
3. Let everyone try to guess the titles and authors of your books.
1. There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte, by fanboyd.
2. ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE is scrawled in blood red lettering on the side of the Chemical Bank near the corner of Eleventh and First and is in print large enough to be seen from the backseat of the cab as it lurches forward in the traffic leaving Wall Street and just as Timothy Price notices the words a bus pulls up, the advertisement for Les Miserables on its side blocking his view, but Price who is with Pierce and Pierce and twenty-six doesn't seem to care because he tells the driver he will give him five dollars to turn up the radio, "Be My Baby" on WYNN, and the driver, black, not American, does so. American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis, by fanboyd and Anonymous Person. *squints*
3. I don't usually go to a bar with one of my students. It is almost always a mistake. In The Cut, Susanna Moore, by ishtasm.
4. It wasn't a very likely place for disappearances, at least at first glance. Mrs Baird's was like a thousand other Highland bed-and-breakfast establishments in 1946; clean and quiet, with fading floral wallpaper, gleaming floors and a coin-operated water heater in the bathroom. Cross Stitch / Outlander, Diana Gabaldon.
5. In the spring of 1792, Dominick Edward Guy de Ath Ballister, third Marquis of Dain, Earl of Blackmoor, Viscount Launcells, Baron Ballister and Launcells, lost his wife and four children to typhus. Lord Of Scoundrels, Loretta Chase. Tsk, tsk.
6. Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo ... A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man, James Joyce.
7. Sam Vimes sighed when he heard the scream, but he finished shaving before he did anything about it. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett, by the_grynne.
8. Some years ago there was in the city of York a society of magicians. Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, Susanna Clarke, by the_grynne.
9. The English antiquarian Elias Ashmole records in his diary for 1653 that William Backhouse, 'lying sick in Fleet Street, over against St Dunstan's Church, and not knowing whether he should live or die, about eleven o'clock told me in syllables the true matter of the Philosopher's Stone, which he bequeathed to me as a legacy.' The Philosopher's Secret Fire, Patrick Harpur. Heh, I knew no one would get this. :p
10. 'What's it going to be then, eh?' A Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess! What, nobody got this?!
Actually a couple of the usual suspects are missing cos I've either lent them out or am yet to buy replacement copies of what I've lost. One of these I'm pretty sure no one's going to get but the rest are all sooooo easy it's quite embarrassing for me to look at this list. *lol*
... so I'm calling your bluff ...
1. Pick 10 of your favorite books or series.
2. Post the first sentence of each book. (If one sentence seems too short, post two or three!)
3. Let everyone try to guess the titles and authors of your books.
1. There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte, by fanboyd.
2. ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE is scrawled in blood red lettering on the side of the Chemical Bank near the corner of Eleventh and First and is in print large enough to be seen from the backseat of the cab as it lurches forward in the traffic leaving Wall Street and just as Timothy Price notices the words a bus pulls up, the advertisement for Les Miserables on its side blocking his view, but Price who is with Pierce and Pierce and twenty-six doesn't seem to care because he tells the driver he will give him five dollars to turn up the radio, "Be My Baby" on WYNN, and the driver, black, not American, does so. American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis, by fanboyd and Anonymous Person. *squints*
3. I don't usually go to a bar with one of my students. It is almost always a mistake. In The Cut, Susanna Moore, by ishtasm.
4. It wasn't a very likely place for disappearances, at least at first glance. Mrs Baird's was like a thousand other Highland bed-and-breakfast establishments in 1946; clean and quiet, with fading floral wallpaper, gleaming floors and a coin-operated water heater in the bathroom. Cross Stitch / Outlander, Diana Gabaldon.
5. In the spring of 1792, Dominick Edward Guy de Ath Ballister, third Marquis of Dain, Earl of Blackmoor, Viscount Launcells, Baron Ballister and Launcells, lost his wife and four children to typhus. Lord Of Scoundrels, Loretta Chase. Tsk, tsk.
6. Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo ... A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man, James Joyce.
7. Sam Vimes sighed when he heard the scream, but he finished shaving before he did anything about it. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett, by the_grynne.
8. Some years ago there was in the city of York a society of magicians. Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, Susanna Clarke, by the_grynne.
9. The English antiquarian Elias Ashmole records in his diary for 1653 that William Backhouse, 'lying sick in Fleet Street, over against St Dunstan's Church, and not knowing whether he should live or die, about eleven o'clock told me in syllables the true matter of the Philosopher's Stone, which he bequeathed to me as a legacy.' The Philosopher's Secret Fire, Patrick Harpur. Heh, I knew no one would get this. :p
10. 'What's it going to be then, eh?' A Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess! What, nobody got this?!
Actually a couple of the usual suspects are missing cos I've either lent them out or am yet to buy replacement copies of what I've lost. One of these I'm pretty sure no one's going to get but the rest are all sooooo easy it's quite embarrassing for me to look at this list. *lol*
... so I'm calling your bluff ...