From Fredrik Backman's My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry
“It’s strange, what the mind can digest and what it resists.”
From Ransom Riggs' Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children: A Map of Days
“These two very old people are the father and mother of Mr. Bucket.”
From Ronald Dahl's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
“Tonight’s escape fantasy stars Six.”
From Pittacus Lore's Lorien Legacies: The Fall of Five
“Dear Mr. Richard Gere, In Mom’s underwear drawer–as I was separating her ‘personal’ clothes from the ‘lightly used’ articles I could donate to the local thrift shop–I found a letter you wrote.”
From Matthew Quick’s The Good Luck of Right Now
“Fifty thousand people had come to Suffolk Air Show on the east coast of England.”
From Anthony Horowitz's Alex Rider: Never Say Die
“A sharp, undulating tone – drilling into his brain.”
From Chris McGeorge's Guess Who
“Dolly Rawlins stood in her kitchen ironing the shirt collar and cuffs she had carefully starched, just the way Harry always liked them.”
From Lynda La Plante's Widows
“‘Yasha!'”
From Anthony Horowitz's Alex Rider: Russian Roulette.
“On a bitter November day in Washington, D.C., when everything felt metallic—when the sky was gray and the wind stung and the dry leaves were making death-rattle sounds in the alleys—thirteen-year-old Arthur Owens picked up a brick from the corner of a crumbling building and threw it at an old man’s head.”
From Shelley Pearsall’s The Seventh Most Important Thing
“It’s been exactly a year to the day–today is my fifteenth birthday, by the way, and I like my cake chocolate with white icing, in case anyone cares–since I started running away, and about two and a half weeks since I’ve been on the run full time.”
From Hollis Gillespie's Unaccompanied Minor
“In the corner of a first-class smoking carriage, Mr. Justice Wargrave, lately retired from the bench, puffed at a cigar and ran an interested eye through the political news in The Times.”
From Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None
“6A.”
From Pittacus Lore's Lorien Legacies: The Rise of Nine
“The year is 2016.”
From Gina Damico's Waste of Space
“Petey’s sweaty little hand wriggled in mine.”
From Jenny Goebel’s Fortune Falls