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
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