Books by First Sentence

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

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous vermin.

Call me Ishmael.

Declare, O Muse!

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.

In a hole in the Ground, there lived a hobbit.

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.

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

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the Earth

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

It was a pleasure to burn.

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

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

Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy.

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

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

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