book meme, via vfc and brdgt

Oct 01, 2006 12:36

Pick 5-10 favourite books. Post the first line of each book (obscuring names if need be). Challenge your friends list to guess the
books. Guess the books from their first lines!

1.When the phone rang I was in the kitchen, boiling a potful of spaghetti and whistling along with an FM broadcast of the overture of Rossini's The Thieving Magpie, which has to be the perfect music for cooking pasta. (The Wind-up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami, known by zophos)

2. Somewhere in the Bronx, only twenty minutes or so from the cemetary, Maeve found a small bar-and-grill in a wooded alcove set well off the street that was willing to serve the funeral party of forty-seven medium- rare roast beef and boiled potatoes and green bean amandine, with fruit salad to begin and vanilla ice cream to go with the coffee. (Charming Billy by Alice McDermott)

3. On Sunday, the eleventh of November, 196-, while sitting at the bar of the New Parrot Restaurant in my home town of Watertown, New York, awaiting the telecast of the New York Giants-Dallas Cowboys football game, I had what, at the time, I took to be a heart attack. (A Fan's Notes by Frederick Exley, known by roastbeast and clotilda316)

4. Context is everything. (Motherless Brooklyn by Jonathan Lethem)

5. It was clearly going to be a bad crossing. (Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh)

6. The play - for which B--- had designed the posters, programs and tickets, constructed the sales booth out of a folding screen tipped on its side, and lined the collection box in red crepe paper - was written by her in a two-day tempest of composition, causing her to miss a breakfast and a lunch. (Atonement by Ian McEwan, as known by kepkanation first, although paste gets her due for knowing the name was Briony)

7.The final dying sounds of their dress rehersal left the Laurel Players with nothing to do but stand there, silent and helpless, blinking out over the footlights of an empty auditorium. (Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates)

8. A salesman who shared his liquor and steered while sleeping ... A Cherokee filled with bourbon ... A VW no more than a bubble of hashish fumes, captained by a college student ... (Jesus' Son by Denis Johnson, know by zophos)

9. I am obliged to begin this story with a brief account of the H--- family, because it is necessary to emphasise the fact once and for all that the H---s were very grand as well as very rich. (Love in a Cold Climate by Nancy Mitford)

10. I address these lines - written in India - to my relatives in England. (The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins)
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