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

Saturday, August 29, 2026

First Lines: Cornelia Funke


All was still in the valley of the dragons.

Dragon Rider
Cornelia Funke

Sunday, July 12, 2026

First Lines: John Fowles


An easterly is the most disagreeable wind in Lyme Bay – Lyme Bay being that largest bite from the underside of England’s outstretched southwestern leg – and a person of curiosity could at once have deduced several strong probabilities about the pair who began to walk down the quay at Lyme Regis, the small but ancient eponym of the inbite, one incisively sharp and blustering morning in the late March of 1867.

The French Lieutenant’s Woman
John Fowles

Tuesday, June 23, 2026

First Lines: F. Scott Fitzgerald


On the pleasant shore of the French Riviera, about half way between Marseilles and the Italian border, stands a large, proud, rose-colored hotel.

Tender is the Night
F. Scott Fitzgerald

Wednesday, June 17, 2026

First Lines: Daniel Friedman


In retrospect, it would have been better if my wife had let me stay home to see Meet the Press instead of making me schlep across town to watch Jim Wallace die.

Don’t Ever Get Old 
Daniel Friedman

Sunday, May 31, 2026

First Lines: Ford Madox Ford


This is the saddest story I have ever heard.

The Good Soldier
Ford Madox Ford

Tuesday, April 7, 2026

First Lines: David Fisher


Jasper Maskelyne was drinking a glass of razor blades when the war began.

The War Magician
David Fisher

Tuesday, March 24, 2026

First Lines: F. Scott Fitzgerald


In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

The Great Gatsby
F. Scott Fitzgerald

Monday, March 16, 2026

Wednesday, February 18, 2026

First Lines: Jack Finney


I warn you that what you're about to read is full of loose ends and unanswered questions.

Invasion of the Body Snatchers
Jack Finney

Monday, January 26, 2026

First Lines: E.M. Forster


"The cow is there," said Ansell, lighting a match and holding it out over the carpet.

The Longest Journey
E.M. Forster

Thursday, January 15, 2026

First Lines: William Faulkner


Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.

The Sound and the Fury
William Faulkner

Sunday, January 4, 2026

First Lines: F. Scott Fitzgerald


Amory Blaine inherited from his mother every trait, except the stray inexpressible few, that made him worth while.

This Side of Paradise
F. Scott Fitzgerald

Friday, November 21, 2025

First Lines: Ken Follett


The small boys came early to the hanging.

The Pillars of the Earth
Ken Follett

Thursday, November 20, 2025

First Lines: Gillian Flynn


When I think of my wife, I always think of her head.

Gone Girl
Gillian Flynn

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

First Lines: Ian Fleming


James Bond, with two double bourbons inside him, sat in the final departure lounge of Miami Airport and thought about life and death.

Goldfinger
Ian Fleming

Saturday, September 6, 2025

First Lines: Ian Fleming


Most motorcars are conglomerations (this is a long word for bundles) of steel and wire and rubber and plastic, and electricity and oil and gasoline and water, and the toffee papers you pushed down the crack in the back seat last Sunday.

Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang
Ian Fleming

Friday, August 29, 2025

First Lines: Ian Fleming


There are moments of great luxury in the life of a secret agent.

Live and Let Die
Ian Fleming

Tuesday, July 29, 2025

First Lines: Ian Fleming


The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning.

Casino Royale
Ian Fleming

Wednesday, July 2, 2025

First Lines: William Faulkner


It was just noon that Sunday morning when the sheriff reached the jail with Lucas Beauchamp though the whole town (the whole county too for that matter) had known since the night before that Lucas had killed a white man.

Intruder in the Dust
William Faulkner

Saturday, June 28, 2025

First Lines: Dick Francis


I could think of three good reasons for not going to Moscow, one of which was twenty-six, blond, and upstairs unpacking her suitcase.

Trial Run
Dick Francis