Guess the Book by the First Sentence

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

Here is a small fact: You are going to die.

This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.

Call me Ishmael.

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold.

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.

“‘Where’s Papa going with that axe?’ said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast.

When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton.

It’s a funny thing about mothers and fathers.

In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth.

In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing.

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank.

The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

Once there were four children whose names were Peter,

Declare, O Muse!

It was a pleasure to burn