Ali here ~
Top Ten Tuesday is hosted by That Artsy Reader Girl.
Happy Tuesday everyone!! I hope your week has gotten off to a good start! Today’s Top Ten topic is Opening Lines. I don’t necessarily have favorite opening lines, but these are some that I enjoyed while searching my shelves. While they are all on my shelves, I’ve only actually read half of them so far. The first two are true favorites, though.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
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.
There was nothing in the world as magical and terrifying as a girl on the cusp of womanhood.
On the second Sabbat of Twelthmoon, in the city of Weep, a girl fell from the sky.
I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves, setting up their devil doll stool pigeons, crooning over my spoon and dropper I throw away at Washington Square Station, vault a turnstile and two flights down the iron stairs, catch an uptown A train … Young, good looking, crew cut, Ivy League, advertising exec type fruit holds the door back for me.
In Iceland, fairies live inside of rocks. Seriously. They have houses in there and schools and amusement parks and everything.
The sky wept. Sorrow flooded the earth.
Lia was certain, if she opened her mouth, her heart would pop out and explode across the plane’s instrument panel.
When Farmer Oak smiled, the corners of his mouth spread till they were within an unimportant distance of his ears, his eyes were reduced to mere chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary sketch of the rising sun.
When I grow up, I’ll live somewhere as flat as spit on a marble table, Eli vowed.
Do you have any favorite opening lines??