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This post will be all about the first (or second and third) paragraph of a book I picked, or am currently reading.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Dramas of a Teenage Heiress

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Dramas of a Teenage Heiress


My life is over.
I had decided never to emerge from underneath my duvet again, and my plan was working perfectly until my mum came barging into my room -which STILL doesn’t have a lock on it, despite all my requests, because Mum seems to think she has the right to just barrel on in and invade my privacy whenever she likes.
“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” she said with a sign, yanking the duvet off me.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Long-Lost Home

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Long-Lost Home


To put it in a nutshell: Plinkst was nothing like Ashton Place.
This was the sad and unavoidable conclusion reached by Miss Penelope Lumley, who had recently -and oh, so reluctantly!- joined the household of the Babushkinov family in the unhappy town of Plinkst, in Russia, somewhere south of Saint Petersburg and north of Moscow.
Or was it east of Moscow and west of Volga?

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ All the Crooked Saints

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ All the Crooked Saints


You can hear a miracle a long way after dark.
Miracles are very like radio waves in this way. Not many people realize that the ordinary radio wave and the extraordinary miracle have much in common. Left to their own devices, radio waves would not be audible for much more than forty or fifty miles. They travel on perfectly straight paths from their broadcast source, and because Earth is round, it does not take them long to part ways with the ground and head to the stars. Wouldn’t we all, if we had the chance? What a shame that both miracles and radio waves are invisible, because it would be quite a sight: ribbons of marvel and sound stretching out straight and true from all over the world.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Strawberry Panic: The Complete Novel Collection

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Strawberry Panic: The Complete Novel Collection


Flutter flutter…
All around them, cherry blossoms scattered to the ground. In the middle of a cherry-colored mist, a larger figure and a smaller figure stood close together atop a hill, surrounded by thick, old cherry-trees. Stranding a top the gently rolling hill of bright green, the two figures looked like they were floating in a thin, cherry-colored cloud.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Dark Beneath the Ice

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ The Dark Beneath the Ice


The silence still clings to me.
If I close my eyes it’s there waiting for me, filling my mouth, heavy as water. Ready to swallow me again.
I rest my forehead against the window, willing the ordinary sounds around me to wash the memory away: the windshield wipers, the spatter of the rain, the rattle in the wheel well. In the driver’s seat beside me, Mom breathes in small hitches, trying not to sound like she’s crying.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Heretics Anonymous

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Heretics Anonymous


There is something truly evil about plaid.
It might look like just a crisscrossed grid of colors, but in my experience, much like comets and black cats, plaid is a harbinger of doom. The amateur bagpiper who played at my grandpa’s funeral wore plaid. The scratchy suit I was stuffed into three Christmases in a row was plaid. Dad’s boss, who promoted Dad and is therefore ultimately responsible for the disaster my life has become, probably wears plaid boxer shorts. The evil has to be hiding somewhere.

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Kiss of the Royal

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Kiss of the Royal


By the seventh day of constant agony, I wished I hadn’t already killed the dwarf who cast this locking curse on me. I wanted the opportunity to kill him again. Slower this time.
Sitting up in bed, I ave my calves a testing flex, and pain shot through them. Holy Queen. I clenched the sheets until the ache subsided, then loosened my hold. They still bloody hurt. But smiling though the pain meant I could escape the bed I’d been chained to for the past week.