Showing posts with label first lines: E. Show all posts
Showing posts with label first lines: E. Show all posts

Sunday, June 7, 2026

First Lines: Rupert Everett


By the time he was eight he knew he would never be a Great Actress.

Hello Darling, Are You Working?
Rupert Everett

Wednesday, May 27, 2026

First Lines: Stanley Elkin


When Dick Gibson was a little boy he was not Dick Gibson.

The Dick Gibson Show
Stanley Elkin

Saturday, May 9, 2026

First Lines: Louise Erdrich


We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continue to fall.

Tracks
Louise Erdrich

Monday, April 27, 2026

First Lines: Kim Edwards


The snow started to fall several hours before her labor began.

The Memory Keeper’s Daughter
Kim Edwards

Wednesday, March 25, 2026

First Lines: Tan Twan Eng


I was born with the gift of rain, an ancient soothsayer in an even more ancient temple once told me.

The Gift of Rain
Tan Twan Eng

Friday, February 20, 2026

First Lines: Louise Erdrich


In the year 1896, my great-uncle, one of the first Catholic priests of aboriginal blood, put the call out to his parishioners that they should gather at Saint Joseph’s wearing scapulars and holding missals.

The Plague of Doves
Louise Erdrich

Friday, December 12, 2025

First Lines: Alison Espach


They arrived in bulk, in Black Tie Preferred, in one large clump behind our wooden fence, peering over each other’s shoulders and into our backyard like people at the zoo who wanted a better view of the animals.

The Adults
Alison Espach

Saturday, July 5, 2025

First Lines: George Eliot


Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.

Middlemarch
George Eliot

Tuesday, April 29, 2025

First Lines: Jeffrey Eugenides


I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974.

Middlesex
Jeffrey Eugenides

Tuesday, March 18, 2025

First Lines: Jeffrey Eugenides


On the morning the last Lisbon daughter took her turn at suicide--it was Mary this time, and sleeping pills, like Therese--the two paramedics arrived at the house knowing exactly where the knife drawer was, and the gas oven, and the beam in the basement from which it was possible to tie a rope.

The Virgin Suicides
Jeffrey Eugenides

Thursday, January 30, 2025