Lady Iapetus (
ladyiapetus) wrote2005-05-09 09:53 pm
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Okay, so I borrowed this meme from
memlu. Being a big bookworm and all, I figure it's right up my alley. So, here's what to do. Under the cut are the first lines of fifteen of my favorite books (actually, one is from my favorite short story). You, the reader, have to guess which book the line is from. If you guess correctly you get however much time you spent trying to figure out the answers back the satisfaction of a job well done.
As people guess the titles I'll edit the post to include them with their corresponding lines. I'll let this run for about five days or so (or until I get bored), then post the titles that no one guessed.
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- Once there was a village on a river in a southern country.
- The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.
- A mile above Oz, the Witch balanced on the wind's forward edge, as if she were a green fleck of the land itself, flung up and sent wheeling away by the turblent air.
- I have come early this afternoon to sit, before anyone else arrives, in the quiet of Salem Meetinghouse.
- The first stag line in my daughter's life was composed of eleven men, varying in age from twenty-four to sixty.
- The fat one, the radish Torez, he calls me Camel because I am Persian and because I can bear this August sun longer than the Chinese and the Panamanians and even the little Vietnamese, Tran.
- Her son wanted to talk again, suddenly.
- On the sixteenth of October, shadowy deer crept to the edge of dark woods beyond my window as the sun peeked over the cover of the night.
- I don't know whether my life has been a success or a failure.
- Abbot Bernard folded his paws deep into the wide sleeves of his garb.
- Dear God, I am fourteen years old.
- It's a bright, beautiful morning and we've just hit cruising altitude, flying home from Walt Disney World to Pittsburgh, when Demetria turns from the window and stares through me.
- Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf.
- Life as a songsmith, a forger and singer of tales, seems to the uninitiated (that is, those who have never tried it) to be a most carefree existence, full of travel, romance and perhaps (only now and then, for spice) a little danger.
- The starship Ark Angel hung in genosynch, 36,000 kilometers above Brazilas in the Southlands.
The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle. (
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Wicked by Gregory Maguire. (
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As people guess the titles I'll edit the post to include them with their corresponding lines. I'll let this run for about five days or so (or until I get bored), then post the titles that no one guessed.