Here are the answers to yesterday's first lines quiz.
1. They threw me off the hay truck about noon—The Postman Always Rings Twice, by James M. Cain.
2. Eunice Parchman killed the Coverdale family because she could not read or write—A Judgment in Stone, by Ruth Rendell
3. Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again—Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier.
4. My bodyguard was mowing the yard wearing her pink bikini when the man fell from the sky—Dead Over Heels, by Charlaine Harris
5. When I finally caught up with Abraham Traherne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon—The Last Good Kiss, by James Crumley
Stephanie Patterson
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Monday, November 23, 2015
Sunday, November 22, 2015
First Lines That Keep You Reading: A Brief Quiz
So below you will find five of my favorite opening lines in mystery novels. What are the books? The answers will appear tomorrow. Feel free to add your own favorites. (No fair looking on Google.)
1. They threw me off the hay truck about noon.
2. Eunice Parchman killed the Coverdale family because she could not read or write.
3. Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
4. My bodyguard was mowing the yard wearing her pink bikini when the man fell from the sky.
5. When I finally caught up with Abraham Traherne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon.
Stephanie Patterson
1. They threw me off the hay truck about noon.
2. Eunice Parchman killed the Coverdale family because she could not read or write.
3. Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
4. My bodyguard was mowing the yard wearing her pink bikini when the man fell from the sky.
5. When I finally caught up with Abraham Traherne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon.
Stephanie Patterson
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