17 of Our Favorite First Lines to Start 2017

A new year means a fresh start, and a fresh start on a fantastic book is exactly what we are looking forward to. So we’re starting off 2017 with 17 of our favorite first lines from books. Happy New Year! And Happy Reading!

by Kurt Vonnegut

All this happened, more or less.

The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger
by Stephen King

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter
by Tom Franklin

The Rutherford girl had been missing for eight days when Larry Ott returned home and found a monster waiting in his house.

by Daphne Du Maurier

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

The Nightingale
by Kristin Hannah

If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.

A Single Man
by Christopher Isherwood

Waking up begins with saying am and now.

Infinite Jest
by David Foster Wallace

I am seated in an office, surrounded by heads and bodies.

The Secret History
by Donna Tartt

The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation.

The Left Hand of Darkness
by Ursula K. Le Guin

I’ll make my report as if I told a story, for I was taught as a child on my homeworld that Truth is a matter of the imagination.

Warm Bodies
by Isaac Marion

I am dead, but it’s not so bad.

City of Glass
by Paul Auster

It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not.

We So Seldom Look on Love
by Barbara Gowdy

In the apartment building across from theirs, six storeys above the ground, a cat walks along a balcony railing.

Boy, Snow, Bird
by Helen Oyeyemi

Nobody ever warned me about mirrors, so for many years I was fond of them, and believed them to be trustworthy.

Their Eyes Were Watching God
by Zora Neale Hurston

Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.

by Jeffrey Eugenides

I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974.

Raising Steam
by Terry Pratchett

It is hard to understand nothing, but the multiverse is full of it.

The Sympathizer
by Viet Thanh Nguyen

I am a spy, a sleeper, a spook, a man of two faces.