I love This Is Colossal, a website of wonder from all around the world! I don't know how Christopher Jobson finds so much amazing stuff. Take a look at this Short Story Vending Machine. I wish there was one of these at our train station!

I just started Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book. It has such a great first line, I went back and checked the first lines of some other books I love. If these first lines make you want to read more, get the book!

There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.
Graveyard Book, by Neil Gaiman

On a cool Monday morning in early April 1925, Ida Bidson, aged fourteen, carefully guided her family’s battered Model T Ford along a narrow, twisting dirt road in Elk Valley, Colorado.
The Secret School, by Avi

In 1864 Caddy Woodlawn was eleven, and as wild a little tomboy as ever ran the woods of western Wisconsin.
Caddy Woodlawn, by Carol Ryrie Brink

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, by J. K. Rowling.

Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin.
Winnie the Pooh, by A. A. Milne

Fifty years before the war to end all wars, a boy played hide-and-seek with his friends in a pear orchard bordered by a dark forest.
Echo, by Pam Munoz Ryan

There was once a little princess who — “But, Mr. Author, why do you always write about princesses?"
The Princess and the Goblin, by George MacDonald

Out there in the cold water, far from land, we waited every night for the coming of the fog, and it came, and we oiled the brass machinery and lit the fog light up in the stone tower.
The Fog Horn, by Ray Bradbury

“Eh, Tree-ear!” Have you hungered well today?” Crane-man called out as Tree-ear drew near the bridge.
A Single Shard, by Linda Sue Park

In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit.
The Hobbit, by J. R. R. Tolkein

In 1899, we had learned to tame the darkness but not the Texas heat.
The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate, by Jacqueline Kelly

Oh, didn’t I feel sorry for myself when the Wabash Railroad’s Blue Bird train steamed into Grandma’s town.
A Year Down Under, by Richard Peck

It was always August when we spent a week with our grandma.
A Long Way from Chicago, by Richard Peck

Coraline discovered the door a little while after they moved into the house.
Coraline, by Neil Gaiman

In the Tickman kitchen, late on a summer afternoon...
Flora and Ulysses, by Kate DiCamillo

The tropical rain fell in drenching sheets, hammering the corrugated roof of the clinic building, roaring down the metal gutters, splashing on the ground in a torrent.
Jurassic Park, by Michael Crichton

So Mom got the postcard today.
When You Reach Me, by Rebecca Stead

The movement of the train rocked me like a lullaby.
Moon Over Manifest, by Clare Vanderpool

In was Old Bess, the Wise Woman of the village, who first suspected that the baby at her daughter’s house was a changeling.
Moor Child, by Eloise McGraw