Novel First Sentences
Just as the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step, every story ever written began with just one sentence.
Novel Last Sentences
Novel Last Sentences
People seem to tumble down to Hastings and not get up to go home again.
The Old Romantic by Louise Dean
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The modern marriage has two states, plateau and precipice, and in the winter of our crisis – with markets plummeting and even rich folks crying poor; with the dark reign of one tinsel president finally ending, and the promised hope of a new man about to start; yes, with hope rising like a cockamamie kite and fear more common than love – Charlie Pepper forgot his wife.
The Three Stages of Amazement by Carol Edgarian
Anna laughed and pivoted to the left, turning her back to the harsh wind.
The Russian Affair by Michael Wallner
‘Marx has completely changed the way I view the world,’ declared the Pallieres boy this morning, although ordinarily he says nary a word to me.
The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barberry
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Right now it’s seven o’clock on a Monday morning, and I’m lying on the floor of my bedroom watching the white plastic ceiling fan go around and around and around.
Leap Day by Wendy Mass
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It is August 7, 1987, and I am swimming across the Bering Sea.
Swimming to Antarctica by Lynne Cox
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From my first breath in this world, all I wanted was a good set of lungs and the air to fill them with — given circumstances, you might presume, for an American baby of the twentieth century.
Peace Like A River by Leif Enger
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Each of us has a private Austen.
The Jane Austen Book Club by Karen Joy Fowler
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There isn’t a name for my situation.
Lights Out In Wonderland by DBC Pierre
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Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.
The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James
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Froggy Welsh the Fourth is trying to get up my shirt.
The Earth, My Butt, and Other Big Round Things by Carolyn Mackler
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It was so weird; it happened in my biology class.
Black Hole by Charles Burns
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