Opening lines are one THOUSAND percent not something I normally pay attention to or remember, so I was a little stumped by this week's topic at That Artsy Reader Girl of "Opening Lines," despite its open-ended nature. But then I decided I could exploit my weakness as a strength to make a more interesting game for myself by posting the first sentence of the last 10 books I read.
BUT, I decided that 2 months ago and I have accidentally been keeping track of opening lines ever since, so this list is going to be tailored a bit because I have a fair few more than 10 to choose from now. I also decided to keep it strictly to a single opening sentence, no matter how short, with the possible exception of number 2, just to see how punchy they can be.
- My husband had been dead for three years before I started trying to contact him. -- The Lost Husband by Katherine Center
- "Can you hear me now?" I creep a little further out along the tree branch. -- Nature Girl by Jane Kelley
- The day I decided to change my life, I was wearing sweatpants and an old oxford of Peter's with a coffee stain down the front. -- Everyone is Beautiful by Katherine Center
- I open the window shade in my third-story attic bedroom anticipating my usual -- somewhat obstructed -- ocean view and instead get an eyeful of Connor Malloy, sans shirt, on the roof of his parents' bungalow. -- The Summer After You + Me by Jennifer Salvato Doktorski
- Escapology was like magic -- The Retribution by Val McDermid
- On the tiny screen of my phone, I watch Jayden Montoya grill grubs over a campfire. -- For Real by Alison Cherry
- There were some things Millie Sullivan would rather forget. -- A Sparkle of Silver by Liz Johnson
- He woke every morning with a prickle of excitement. -- Cross and Burn by Val McDermid
- The phases of the moon have an inexplicable but incontrovertible effect on the mentally ill. -- Beneath the Bleeding by Val McDermid
- Just because you hear voices, it doesn't mean you're mad. -- The Torment of Others by Val McDermid
- It is the smallest details that come to her: the damp grass underfoot threaded with buttercups, the air humming with insects, the snap of her nightdress catching in the breeze. -- The Shadow Year by Hannah Richell (I am sneaking in an extra because I can't choose!)
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