I’m reading three books right now. Let’s see if they’re guessable on the first sentence:
I first discovered I was trash three days before my ninth birthday- one year after my father lost his job and moved to Secaucus to live with a woman named Crystal and four years before my mother had the car accident, started taking pills, and began exclusively wearing bedroom slippers instead of normal shoes.
That gives you a lot to go on, but isn’t really the story. I’ll give you an easy B if you got it, but it’s understandable if you don’t, since this book isn’t known for it’s long, explanatory sentences.
On the second Sabbat of Twelthmoon, in the city of Weep, a girl fell from the sky.
That was hella obvious because of the city’s name. And there aren’t a lot of places where girls can fall from the sky instead of a building,bridge, or plane.(I suggest that you don’t do the first two.)
Millie Gerdavey cheated on her boyfriend again.
Ok, that one’s hard.
Book one was Dorothy Must Die, by Danielle Paige. Book two was Strange The Dreamer, by Laini Taylor. Book three is A Quiet Kind Of Thunder, by Sara Barnard. Let me know which ones you guessed.
I’ve been thinking about beginnings. Logically, they should give you a sense of home or circumstance that is normal before the first catalyst that starts the journey. Dorothy gives you enough backstory, a little more than enough, but though you logically know, there isn’t much feeling in it. Yes, her circumstances suck, but does she hate her dad? How does she feel about poverty?
Strange The Dreamer starts really short, given the flowery prose. It also doesn’t make sense for a while, considering Lazlo narrates the first 100 pages and Sarai isn’t grieving when we get to her.
I’m only on chapter 4 of Thunder, so I don’t have context. But even though Millie isn’t important beyond the first chapter, she shows Steffi’s mutism well. It triggers a chain of thought that would logically lead to her backstory, instead of her outright writing THIS IS MUTISM to the audience.
My favorite beginning of all time is, of course, The Hobbit.
In a hole in the ground, there lived a Hobbit. Not a nasty dirty, wet hole, full of worms and oozing smells, nor is it a dry, sandy…”
The first paragraph is so good I can’t just quote the first sentence. It has all the comforts of home: simple, with a storyteller’s drawl that anticipates the reader’s objections before we realize them.
The first sentence of my WIP, Stepdaddy’s Blood:
She reckoned the trunk was the natural place for roaches to die.
Well, it’s interesting.
Tell me what your favorite first sentences are!