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55 Favorite First Lines from Favorite Books

I have put the references for these famous and not-so-famous first lines in white font, so that if you move your cursor to highlight the spaces immediately after the quote, you should be able to read the reference. How many can you guess without looking?

1. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. ~Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

2. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. ~Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

3. Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. ~Daphne DuMaurier, Rebecca

4. There once was a boy named Eustace Clarence Scrubb and he almost deserved it. ~C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

5. Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. ~Charles Dickens, David Copperfield

6. Now, Bix Rivers has disappeared, and who do you think is going to tell his story but me? Maybe his stepfather? Man, that dude does not know Bix deep and now he never will, will he? ~Bruce Brooks, The Moves Make the Man

7. “Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. “It’s so dreadful to be poor!”
~Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

8. Dr. Strauss says I shud rite down what I think and evrey thing that happins to me from now on. Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

9. It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen. ~George Orwell, 1984

10. All children, except one, grow up. ~J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

11. In the history of the world there have been lots of onces and lots of times, and every time has had a once upon it. ¨~N.D. Wilson, Leepike Ridge

12. Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. ~Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

13. In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

14. I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. ~Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle

15. In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. ~JRR Tolkien, The Hobbit

16. Once on a dark winter’s day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were lighted and the shop windows blazed with gas as they do at night, an odd-looking little girl sat in a cab with her father and was driven rather slowly through the big thoroughfares. ~Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess

17. In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines lived twelve little girls in two straight lines. ~Ludwig Bemelmans, Madeleine

18. Mr. and Mrs. Mallard were looking for a place to live. ~Robert McCloskey, Make Way for Ducklings

19. Alice 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 conversations?” ~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

20. Scarlett O’Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were. ~Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind

21. As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed into a giant insect. ~Franz Kafka, Metamorphosis

22. It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents. except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. ~Edward Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford

23. Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday, I don’t know. Albert Camus, The Stranger

24. Taran wanted to make a sword; but Coll, charged with the practical side of his education, decided on horseshoes. ~Lloyd Alexander, The Book of Three

25. Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. ~Beatrix Potter, The Tale of Peter Rabbit

26. As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place where was a den, and laid me down in that place to sleep and as I slept, I dreamed a dream. ~John Bunyan, The Pilgrim’s Progress

27. Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost. ~Dante Alighieri, Inferno

28. The year that Buttercup was born, the most beautiful woman in the world was a French scullery maid named Annette. ~William Goldman, The Princess Bride

29. True! –nervous—very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? ~Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart

30. As I sat in the bath-tub, soaping a meditative foot and singing, if I remember correctly, “Pale Hands I Loved Beside the Shalimar,” it would be deceiving my public to say I was feeling boomps-a-daisy. ~P.G. Wodehouse, Jeeves and the Feudal Spirit

31. “Where’s Papa going with that axe?” said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast. ~E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web

32. My name is India Opal Buloni, and last summer my daddy, the preacher, sent me to the store for a box of macaroni-and-cheese, some white rice, and two tomatoes and I came back with a dog. ~Kate DiCamillo, Because of Winn-Dixie

33. We went to the moon to have fun, but the moon turned out to completely suck. M.T. Anderson, Feed

34. On the morning of the best day of her life, Maud Flynn was locked in the outhouse singing “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” ~Laura Amy Schlitz, A Drowned Maiden’s Hair

35. The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. ~Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

36. There are dragons in the twins’ vegetable garden. ~Madeleine L’Engle, A Wind in the Door

37. I have had not so good of a week. ~Sara Pennypacker, Clementine

38. To start with, look at all the books. ~Jeffrey Eugenides, The Marriage Plot

39. I saw Byzantium in a dream, and knew that I would die there. ~Stephen R Lawhead, Byzantium

40. The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. ~Natalie Babbit, Tuck Everlasting

41. Rose sat all alone in the big best parlor, with her little handkerchief laid ready to catch the first tear, for she was thinking of her troubles, and a shower was expected. ~Louisa May Alcott, Eight Cousins

42. On Friday noon, July the twentieth, 1714, the finest bridge in all Peru broke and precipitated five travelers into the gulf below. ~Thornton Wilder, The Bridge of San Luis Rey

43. While the present century was in its teens, and on one sunshiny morning in June, there drove up to the great iron gate of Miss Pinkerton’s Academy for young ladies, on Chiswick Mall, a large family coach, with two fat horses in blazing harness, driven by a fat coachman in a three-cornered hat and wig, at the rate of four miles an hour. ~William Makepeace Thackeray, Vanity Fair

44. Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York. ~William Shakespeare, Richard III

45. What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? ~Erich Segal, Love Story

46. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. O’Henry, The Gift of the Magi

47. Bowing down in blind credulity, as is my custom, before mere authority and the tradition of the elders, superstitiously swallowing a story I could not test at the time by experiment or private judgment, I am firmly of the opinion that I was born on the 29th of May, 1874, on Campden Hill, Kensington; and baptised according to the formularies of the Church of England in the little church of St. George opposite the large Waterworks Tower that dominated that ridge. G.K. Chesterton, Autobiography

48. This is the forest primeval. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline

49. The great fish moved silently through the night water, propelled by short sweeps of its crescent tail. Peter Benchley, Jaws

50. On the morning of the eleventh of November, 1937, precisely at eleven o’clock, some well-meaning busy-body consulted his watch and loudly announced the hour, with the result that all of us in the dining car felt constrained to put aside drinks and newspapers and spend the two minutes’ silence in rather embarrassed stares at one another or out of the window. James Hilton, Random Harvest

51. Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea. Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady

52. This is the story of what a Woman’s patience can endure, and what a Man’s resolution can achieve. Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

53. Mark was eleven and had been smoking off and on for two years, never trying to quit but being careful not to get hooked. John Grisham, The Client

54. In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. The Bible, Genesis

55. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The Bible, The Gospel of John

How many did you guess right? What are your favorite opening lines from your favorite books?

55 Free Kindle Books Worth Reading

It seems to me that if one were to purchase a Kindle as a gift for a young adult or an older child and load it with all of the following books, the recipient would be happily fixed for reading material for several years. Older adults should enjoy most of these, too.

Alcott, Louisa May. Eight Cousins. My favorite LMA novel, this book tells the story of Rose and her many, many boy cousins who all live on Aunt Hill and grow up together as one big happy family.

Alcott, Louisa May. Little Women.

Allen, James Lane. The Choir Invisible. Set in Kentucky in the late 1700’s, this romance follows the fortunes of a schoolteacher, John Gray, and his romantic entanglements.

Austen, Jane. Emma. Emaa, like me, rushes in where angels fear to tread and gets herself into all sorts of trouble as a result. Emma is a book about the dangers of trying to run other people’s lives.

Austen, Jane. Pride and Prejudice. Don’t we all have a little pride and a little prejudice to overcome in our relationships?

Barrie, J.M. The Little Minister. The novel was the third of the three “Thrums” novels set in rural Scotland, which first brought Barrie to fame. The other two novels with the same setting were Auld Licht Idylls and A Window in Thrums.

Bronte, Charlotte. Jane Eyre. Semicolon thoughts on Jane Eyre.

Bronte, Emily. Wuthering Heights. Emily’s classic romance about Cathy and Heathcliff takes some work to get into, but t is worth the effort. The problem is that neither Cathy nor Heathcliff is particularly likeable, but they did deserve each other. And such passionate, drama-driven creatures do exist.

Burnett, Frances Hodgson. A Little Princess, being the whole story of Sara Crewe now told for the first time. Burnett’s 1888 serialized novel entitled Sara Crewe: or, What Happened at Miss Minchin’s Boarding School, was originally published in St. Nicholas Magazine. If you’ve only seen a movie version of this story, I don’t think you can really get the flavor and feel of Victorian poverty and rags-to-riches.

Burnett, Frances Hodgson. The Secret Garden. I always wanted a secret garden after reading this book.

Carroll, Lewis. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. From Alice and from Lewis Carroll in general I learned: odd things happen in this world. You just have to go with it, and see what will happen in the end.

Chesterton,G.K. The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare. Another odd duck of a book. Semicolon thoughts on The Man Who Was Thursday.

Christie, Agatha. The Mysterious Affair at Styles.

Dickens, Charles. David Copperfield. My favorite Dickens novel.

Dickens, Charles. Great Expectations. We read Great Expectations out loud when my older children were probably 12, 10, 8, and 6 years of age, so it holds a special place in my heart.

Dickens, Charles. A Tale of Two Cities. Paris and London are the cities; historical romance and intrigue is the genre.

Doyle, Sir Arthur Conan. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. A collection of twelve Sherlock Holmes stories including A Scandal in Bohemia, The Adventure of the Red-Headed League, The Adventure of the Speckled Band, and The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle.

Dreiser, Theodore. Sister Carrie. Classic tale of a fallen woman who actually ends up with nothing worse than a feeling of vague discomfort with her pointless life. Semicolon review here.

Dumas, Alexandre. The Three Musketeers. A celebration of Alexandre Dumas and his books.

Eliot, Geoge. Adam Bede. Semicolon thoughts on Adam Bede.

Gaskell, Elizabeth. Cranford. Note that the “serialized novel” aspect of this book make it quite episodic, not very plot-driven. I liked it anyway. Semicolon thoughts on Cranford.

Grahame, Kenneth. The Wind in the Willows. Kenneth Grahame and The Wind in the Willows.

Hardy, Thomas. Far From the Madding Crowd. This novel, a “tragedy of errors”, was Hardy’s fourth published novel, and its success enabled him to give up architecture, get married, and become a full time novelist.

Hudson, W.H. Green Mansions. Semicolon thoughts on Green Mansions.

Hughes, Thomas. Tom Brown’s Schooldays. This one is the grandaddy of all boarding school books; the setting is Thomas Arnold’s Rugby School in Victorian England. Tom Brown is a typical English boy who grows up to epitomize the virtues of a British public school education and the essence of British manhood.

Hugo, Victor. Les Miserables. My. favorite. novel. ever. Read it all, even the parts about the history of the sewers of Paris and the Napoleonic wars.

Lang, Andrew. The Blue Fairy Book. The others in this series of fairy tale collections—red, green, orange, olive, yellow, violet, crimson— are also available in free Kindle editions or in low-cost illustrated editions.

MacDonald, George. The Light Princess and Other Fairy Stories. A princess is cursed with a complete lack of gravity, both physical and emotional.

MacDonald, George. The Princess and Curdie.

MacDonald, George. The Princess and the Goblin. More about author George Macdonald.

MacLaren, Ian. Beside the Bonnie Brier Bush. A collection of stories of church life in a glen called Drumtochty in Scotland in the 1800’s.

Malory, Thomas. L’Morte d’Arthur. “IT befell in the days of Uther Pendragon, when he was king of all England, and so reigned, that there was a mighty duke in Cornwall that held war against him long time. And the duke was called the Duke of Tintagil. And so by means King Uther sent for this duke, charging him to bring his wife with him, for she was called a fair lady, and a passing wise, and her name was called Igraine.”

Melville, Herman. Moby Dick, or The White Whale. Semicolon thoughts on Moby Dick.

Meredith, George. Diana of the Crossways. Semicolon thoughts on Diana of the Crossways.

Mulock Craik, Dinah Maria. John Halifax, Gentleman. More about Dinah Maria Mulock Craik and her novel.

Orczy, Baroness Emmuska. The Scarlet Pimpernel. Several sequels are also available for free.

Pyle, Howard. Otto of the Silver Hand.

Scott, Sir Walter. Ivanhoe. Brown Bear Daughter started reading this one aloud to us, but I guess it will have to wait for us to finish after her return from a month long mission trip to Slovakia.

Sewell, Anna. Black Beauty. Best horse story ever.

Sidney, Margaret. Five Little Peppers and How They Grew. Five children–Ben, Polly, Joel, Davie, and Phronsie— live with their widowed Mamsie in poverty in a little brown house.

Sienkiewicz, Henryk. Quo Vadis: a narrative of the time of Nero.

Spyri, Johana. Heidi. Read Heidi. It’s a wonderful story about a feisty little girl, Heidi, and her friend Peter and how they are tempted to do wrong, confused about spiritual things, and finally loved and forgiven. The themes of the story—-broken relationships, reconciliation, forgiveness, sin and temptation–-are woven into the story in a way that teaches and entertains at the same time. Modern writers of “Christian fiction” could learn a few things from reading and emulating Johanna Spyri’s classic book.

Stevenson, Robert Louis. A Child’s Garden of Verses. First poems for children and lovely memories of childhood for adults.

Stowe, Harriet Beecher. Uncle Tom’s Cabin. More about Harriet Beecher Stowe.

Swift, Jonathan. Gulliver’s Travels into Several Remote Nations of the World, in Four Parts. By Lemuel Gulliver, First a Surgeon, and then a Captain of Several Ships. The first and second books of this four-part satire are the best. Parts three and four are extremely odd, and Lemuel Gulliver ends up preferring the company of horses to men.

Tarkington, Booth. Penrod. Just as funny and insightful as Tom Sawyer about a boy’s life and thoughts.

Thackeray, William Makepeace. Vanity Fair.

Trollope, Anthony. Barchester Towers. Thackeray isn’t quite as hopeful about life and human nature as Dickens, and Trollope is gently cynical, but all three Victorian novelists knew how to create memorable characters.

Twain, Mark. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.

“But I reckon I got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she’s going to adopt me and sivilize me and I can’t stand it. I been there before.”

Twain, Mark. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.

Wallace, Lew. Ben-Hur, a Tale of the Christ. Judah Ben-Hur = Charlton Heston, however, the book is worth reading.

Wharton, Edith. House of Mirth. Edith Wharton and House of Mirth.

Wiggin, Kate Douglas. Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. I know I’m in a minority, but I enjoyed Rebecca just as much as I did Anne of Green Gables. And I couldn’t find a free Kindle version of Anne of Green Gables, even though several of the sequels were available for free.

Wilde, Oscar. The Picture of Dorian Gray. Wilde certainly knew how to show that the “wages of sin is death.”

Wodehouse, P.G. Right Ho, Jeeves!

“It is impossible to be unhappy while reading the adventures of Jeeves and Wooster. And I’ve tried.” ~Christopher Buckley.

Scoop by Evelyn Waugh

I don’t know if it was just me or my mood or what, but Evelyn Waugh’s comic novel that the NYT Book Review called “thoroughly enjoyable, uproariously funny” just felt like a P.G. Wodehouse wannabe, except more pretentious and not nearly as accessible or humorous. Scoop is a parody of the world of sensational journalism, and as such it’s neither dated nor inaccurate. If anything, Big Journalism has become more unreliable and farcical in the twenty-first century than it seems to have been in 1937-38 when this book was first published. But I did keep thinking, as I read the story of the accidental foreign correspondent for the Daily Beast, William Boot, that I’d rather be reading about Bertie Wooster and Jeeves.

In a case of mistaken identity, Boot is sent to the country of Ishmalia to cover an incipient rebellion. Although set in a fictional country in North or East Africa (near Soudan?, Waugh’s spelling), the novel doesn’t really have much to say about Africa either. The Africans in the novel are simply foils for the oh-so-comical exploits of the European press corps and the politicians who seek to exploit the Africans. The N-word makes frequent appearances, and although the mere appearance of such a term doesn’t offend me as much as it does some people, the attitude of condescension and superiority that all the Europeans in the novel have toward “the natives” does make for reader discomfort and weariness after a while.

“The novel is partly based on Waugh’s own experience working for the Daily Mail, when he was sent to cover Benito Mussolini’s expected invasion of Abyssinia – what was later known as the Second Italo-Abyssinian War. When he got his own scoop on the invasion he telegraphed the story back in Latin for secrecy, but they discarded it.” Wikipedia

Now that’s funny.

One main idea in the novel is that the news reporters create the news. Even if nothing of importance is happening, where there are reporters, news must happen. So the reporters make it happen or make it up. Nowadays with CNN and the internet and the 24 hour news cycle, news must be created even faster and in greater quantity. Maybe that insight is worth wading through some of the obscure slang and bewildering politics of Scoop, but I’m not sure.

classicsclubI did like the way Waugh ends some of his chapters, with purposefully purple-ish prose that satirizes the journalists and yet communicates a sort of melancholy feel to the story:

“And the granite sky wept.”

“So the rain fell and the afternoon and the evening were succeeded by another night and another morning.”

“William once more turned to the Pension Dressler; the dark clouds opened above him; the gutters and wet leaves sparkled in sunlight and a vast, iridescent fan of colour, arc beyond arc of splendor, spread across the heavens. The journalists had gone, and a great peace reigned in the city.”

Scoop is the first book I’ve read from my Classics Club list. I’m hoping it only gets better from here.