What's the first paragraph of your favorite book? What book is it? who's the author?

Question

What's the first paragraph of your favorite book? What book is it? who's the author?

Answer 1

Prologue:

Clare: It's hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he's okay. It's hard to be the one who stays.

I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence?

Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?

one of the greatest book/love story i've ever read (and I've read ALOT of books). The book is called "The Time Traveler's Wife" by Audrey Niffenegger  

Answer 2

Bobby Garfield's father had been one of those fellows who start losing their hair in their twenties and are completely bald by the age of forty-five or so. Randall Garfield was spared this extremity by dying of a heart attack at thirty-six. He was a real-estate agent, and breathed his last on the kitchen floor of someone else's house. The potential buyer was in the living room, trying to call an ambulance on a disconnected phone, when Bobby's dad passed away. At this time Bobby was three. He had vague memories of a man tickling him and then kissing his cheeks and his forehead. He was pretty sure that man had been his dad. Sadly missed, it said on Randall Garfield's gravestone, but his mom never seemed all that sad, and as for Bobby himself...well, how could you miss a guy you could hardly remember?

Hearts in Atlantis by Stephen King.

Answer 3

Lolita, fire of my loins, light of my life. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta, three syllables tripping down my tongue. She was 4ft8? Lo in one sock, Lola in slacks, she was Dolly at school, Dolores on the dotted line, but in my arms she was always Lolita.

Answer 4

The Carperbaggers by Harold Robbins

Chapter one

    The sun was beginning to fall from the sky into the white Nevada desert as Reno came up beneath me. I banked the Waco slowly and headed due east. I could hear the wind pinging the biplane's struts and I grinned to myself. The old man would really hit the roof when he saw this plane. But he wouldn't have anything to complain about. It didn't cost me anything. I won it in a c**p game.

Answer 5

One of the best paragraphs from a book I'm about to read:

- The world is my representation!

                                         Arthur Schopenhauer, 19th century philosopher

And I like this paragraph of my own, though its not my best:

- Bolts of light, destructive tides that crash upon the sandy shores, the salty smell, the chaos of this universe is finally let free. Anger and wrath, passion and death, this is the world! Sweat, as the beast flees as fast as those legs allow. Blood, as the hunter drives its teeth in its flesh. Life in the balance, the Will in all its tragic glory wreaks havoc in all little harmony I see.

PS. I wrote this paragraph when I was listening to Vivaldi, Quattro Stagioni, Inverno.

Ciao!

Answer 6

Illusions by Richard Bach. It's an inspirational story I pull out every once in awhile when I need to believe all things are possible. It starts like this...

1. "There was a Master come unto the earth, born in the holy land of Indiana, raised in the mystical hills east of Fort Wayne..."

The subtitle is "The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah." It's not overly religious - more spiritual in nature. I wish you could see the first page - it looks like a page in a notebook, handwritten and complete with smudges. You might be able to see it on the link which I got from Amazon.

Answer 7

The Sword of Truth by Terry Goodkind  I can not remember the first paragraph word for word  

Answer 8

No one is staring at you, i promised myself. No one is staring at you . No one is staring at you.

But, because i couldn't lie convincingly even to myself, iI had to check. As i sat waiting for one of the three traffic lights in town to turn green, i peaked to the fight- in her minivan, Mrs.Weber had turned her whole torso in my direction. Her eyes bored into mine, and i flinched bacwondering whywhy she didn't drop her gaze or look ashamed. It was still considered rude to stare at people, wasn't it? Didn't that apply to me anymore?

It is the first paragraph of Breaking Dawn omg i love that book/series

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