Good Book beginningsA good start to a book
s the beginning of everything by Robyn Schneider. Answer.
fifty-three of the best opening movements in the book.
"Many years later, when he was facing the execution detail, Colonel Aureliano Buendía remembered the far afternoons when his dad took him to see it. "It is a generally accepted fact that a lone man who is fortunate needs a woman.
"Fifth, what makes Iago angry? "Once upon a stretch of faraway country, I was abducted by a bunch of young men, frightened but fearful, who had so much hopefulness in their corpses that they burnt their skins and made their will stronger through their bone.
"Lolita, my life's lights, fire in my haunches. "He - for there was no question about his gender, though the fashions of the times did something to hide it - was in the act of cutting at the top of a Moor swinging from the chevrons. "Everybody always said John would be a priest when he got big, just like his dad.
"Once upon a while ago I was baptized in the town of Bombay... Well, it'?s also about timing. "In the face of the young man sitting on the patio of the Magnifique Hotel in Cannes, a look of secret disgrace had sneaked in, the devious, doggy look proclaiming that an Englishman is about to speak French.
"When I realized that a little maiden was following me at the end of May, almost a months life, it was too early in the year. "He said my father's gone. I sit in a casted aluminium armchair opposite two men, one of the managers of the hotels where we live and the other a police officer.
They' re both waitin' for me to tell them what happened to him, my dad. "When I was younger and more fragile, my dad gave me some advices that I've been thinking about ever since. Whenever you want to criticize someone," he said to me, "just remind yourself that all the men in this earth did not have the benefits you had.
"This was the best of all time, it was the greatest of all time, it was the era of folly, it was the era of folly, it was the era of unbelief, it was the time of light, it was the time of darkness, it was the vernalty of hopes, it was the winters of desperation, we had everything before us,
There was nothing in front of us, we all went directly to heaven, we all went directly in the other direction - in a word, the menstruation was as far as the present one that some of its loudest authority stressed that it was conceived only in the highest level of comparisons for good or atrocity.
"in the Lassimo Hotel bath. "Cricklewood Broadway, early this mornin', end of the last century. Forget it. Would you like great book suggestions in your mailbox every time?