Friday, 6 March 2009
The first sentence of the book I'm currently reading.I may have found a solution to the Wife Problem.
The first sentence of the last three books I've read.
As I was packaging what remained of the dead baby, the man I would kill was burning pavement north toward Charlotte.
He came shambling into Judgment's Round from the Avenue of Souls, a misshapen mass of flies.
The news of Anders Eckman's death came by way of Aerogram, a piece of bright blue airmail paper that served as both the stationery and, when folded over and sealed along the edges, the envelope.
They Call Them Buttons.
I Wish I Could Make My Own.
But I Don't Know How.
So I Just Cut and Paste.