What Started It All

The opening lines that caught our attention.

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They should announce a sequel to Groundhog Day and then just re-release the original.

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Greetings new followers!

I'm a terrible human being and have not updated this blog in so so long. I will try harder though. But help a sister out and submit me your faves! Thanks!

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In ancient Kyralian poetry the moon is known as the Eye.

The High Lord: Book 3 of the Black Magician Trilogy, Trudi Canavan

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For a few weeks each summer, the sky over Kyralia cleared to a harsh blue and the sun beat down relentlessly.

The Novice: Book 2 of the Black Magician Trilogy, Trudi Canavan

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It is said, in Imardin, that the wind has a soul,band that it wails through the narrow city streets because it is grieved by what it finds there.

The Magicians' Guild: Book 1 of the Black Magician Trilogy, Trudi Canavan.

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It was obvious it wasn't the first time that Hope's boyfriend and her best friend had kissed.

Nine Uses For An Ex-Boyfriend, Sarra Manning

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My name is Elizabeth but no one's ever called me that.

How I Live Now, Meg Rosoff

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There will be no awakening.

The 5th Wave, Rick Yancey

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I wake up. Immediately, I have to figure out who I am.

Every Day, David Levithan

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There was a boy in her room.

Fangirl, Rainbow Rowell

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There were two things everyone knew about Miranda viable before she'd even started at our school. The first was that she had no parents- they were dead. And the second was that they were dead because Miranda had killed them.

Shift, Em Bailey

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Princeton, in the summer, smelled of nothing, and although Ifemelu liked the tranquil greenness of the many trees, the clean streets and stately homes, the delicately overpriced shops and the quiet, abiding air of earned grace, it was this, the lack of a smell, that most appealed to her, perhaps because the other American cities she knew well had all smelled distinctly.

Americanah, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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There's these two kids, boys, sitting close together, squished in by the big arms of an old chair.

Half Bad, Sally Green.

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Here is the boy, drowning.

More Than This, Patrick Ness

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Sorry for the Taylor spam... I was setting up a queue and forgot to flick back to my personal blog. Keep submitting guys! Got a short queue right now!

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To start with, look at all the books.

The Marriage Plot, Jeffrey Eugenides.

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The solitary jigsaw sits in the corner of the living room, daring me to ignore it.

The Pile of Stuff at the Bottom of the Stairs, Christina Hopkinson.