I realise that your fingernails will be ragged with the stress of wanting to know the answers to last week’s first lines, so without further ado, here they are;
- “Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. (Little Women, Louisa M Alcott).
- All children, except one, grow up. (Peter Pan, J M Barrie).
- Garp’s mother, Jenny Fields, was arrested in Boston, in 1942 for wounding a man in a theatre. (The World According to Garp, John Irving).
- It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. (1984, George Orwell).
- There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it. (The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, C S Lewis).
- In the light of the moon a little egg lay on a leaf. (The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Eric Carle).
- As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into an enormous insect. (Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka).
- It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York. (The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath).
(And no – I wouldn’t have known all of them, that’s the beauty of being in a team.)
Happy reading and happy writing! 🙂