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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>“Everything begins with a story,” said Joseph Campbell. And, every story must start with an opening sentence.</description><title>Openers</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @open-ers)</generator><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"The door to my office slid open. “Hello” I said, rising from my chair. “You must be my nine o’..."</title><description>“The door to my office slid open. “Hello” I said, rising from my chair. “You must be my nine o’ clock.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The first sentence from “Red Planet Blues” by Robert J. Sawyer. &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/49009505438</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/49009505438</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Apr 2013 11:00:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Lit</category><category>Books</category><category>First Sentences</category><category>Robert J. Sawyer</category></item><item><title>"124 was spiteful. Full of a baby’s venom. The women in the house knew it and so did the children."</title><description>“124 was spiteful. Full of a baby’s venom. The women in the house knew it and so did the children.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The first sentence from “Beloved” by Toni Morrison. &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/48931448933</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/48931448933</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Apr 2013 11:00:45 -0400</pubDate><category>Lit</category><category>Books</category><category>First Sentences</category><category>Toni Morrison</category></item><item><title>"Today, I’m five. I was four last night going to sleep in Wardrobe, but when I wake up in Bed in the..."</title><description>“Today, I’m five. I was four last night going to sleep in Wardrobe, but when I wake up in Bed in the dark I’m changed to five, abracadabra.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The first sentence from “Room” by Emma Donoghue. &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/48866708135</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/48866708135</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2013 14:40:21 -0400</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>Lit</category><category>First Sentences</category><category>Emma Donoghue</category></item><item><title>"A dark-skinned human with four arms walks toward me across the floor of the club, clad only in a..."</title><description>“A dark-skinned human with four arms walks toward me across the floor of the club, clad only in a belt strung with human skulls.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;The first sentence from “Glasshouse” &lt;/span&gt;by Charles Stross.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/48855446535</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/48855446535</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Apr 2013 11:00:23 -0400</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>Lit</category><category>First Sentences</category><category>Charles Stross</category></item><item><title>"We slept in what had once been the gymnasium."</title><description>“We slept in what had once been the gymnasium.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The first sentence from “The Handmaid’s Tale” by Magaret Atwood.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/39322731313</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/39322731313</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2012 14:05:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>Lit</category><category>Magaret Atwood</category><category>First Sentences</category></item><item><title>"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly..."</title><description>“Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first sentence from “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone” (Book I of the Harry Potter series) by J.K. Rowling.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/39253389693</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/39253389693</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2012 18:25:00 -0500</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>J.K. Rowling</category><category>Lit</category><category>First Sentences</category></item><item><title>"We meet in airports. We meet in cities where we’ve never been before. We meet where no one will..."</title><description>“We meet in airports. We meet in cities where we’ve never been before. We meet where no one will recognize us.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The first sentence from “The Kiss” by Kathryn Harrison.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/29202373871</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/29202373871</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2012 13:05:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>Kathryn Harrison</category><category>Lit</category><category>First Sentences</category></item><item><title>"They were young, educated, and both virgins, on this, their wedding night, and they lived in a time..."</title><description>“They were young, educated, and both virgins, on this, their wedding night, and they lived in a time when conversation about sexual difficulties was plainly impossible.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first sentence from “On Chesil Beach” by Ian McEwan.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/29192740784</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/29192740784</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2012 09:29:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>Ian McEwan</category><category>Lit</category><category>First Sentences</category></item><item><title>"He—for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise..."</title><description>“He—for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it—was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The first sentence from “Orlando” by Virginia Woolf.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/29063530065</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/29063530065</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 14:04:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>Lit</category><category>Virginia Woolf</category><category>First Sentences</category></item><item><title>"Life changes fast.
Life changes in the instant.
You sit down to dinner and life as you know it..."</title><description>“Life changes fast.&lt;br/&gt;
Life changes in the instant.&lt;br/&gt;
You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.&lt;br/&gt;
The question of self-pity.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The first sentence from “The Year Of Magical Thinking” by Joan Didion. &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28908134699</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28908134699</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2012 10:03:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>Joan Didion</category><category>Lit</category><category>First Sentences</category></item><item><title>"On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out of the garret in which he lodged..."</title><description>“On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out of the garret in which he lodged in S. Place and walked slowly, as though in hesitation, towards K. Bridge.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The first sentence from “Crime and Punishment” by Fyodor Dostoevsky.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28836128523</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28836128523</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2012 10:17:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>Fyodor Dostoevsky</category><category>Lit</category><category>First Sentences</category></item><item><title>"Seldon paused in surprise. In the afternoon rush of the Grand Central Station his eyes had been..."</title><description>“Seldon paused in surprise. In the afternoon rush of the Grand Central Station his eyes had been refreshed by the sight of Miss Lily Bart.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The first sentence from “The House of Mirth” by Edith Wharton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28767055191</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28767055191</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Aug 2012 11:07:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>Edith Wharton</category><category>Lit</category><category>First Sentences</category></item><item><title>"Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways."</title><description>“Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The first sentence from “Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban” (Book III of the Harry Potter series) by J.K. Rowling.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28706388653</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28706388653</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2012 13:17:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>J.K.Rowling</category><category>Lit</category><category>First Sentences</category></item><item><title>"Major Pettigrew was still upset about the phone call from his brother’s wife and so he answered the..."</title><description>“Major Pettigrew was still upset about the phone call from his brother’s wife and so he answered the doorbell without thinking.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The first sentence from “Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand” by Helen Simonson.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28634101947</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28634101947</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2012 12:29:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>Helen Simonson</category><category>Literature</category><category>First Sentences</category></item><item><title>"The taxi’s radio was tuned to a classical FM broadcast."</title><description>“The taxi’s radio was tuned to a classical FM broadcast.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;“1Q84” by Haruki Murakami. &lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28575650869</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28575650869</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2012 16:24:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>Haruki Murakami</category><category>Lit</category><category>First Sentences</category></item><item><title>"Through this evening’s tide of faces unregistered, unrecognized, amid hurrying black shoes, furled..."</title><description>“Through this evening’s tide of faces unregistered, unrecognized, amid hurrying black shoes, furled umbrellas, the crowd descending like a single organism into the station’s airless heart, comes Shinva Yamazaki, his notebook clasped beneath his arm like the egg case of some modest but moderately successful marine species.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The first sentence from “All Tomorrow’s Parties” by William Gibson.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28488236342</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28488236342</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2012 11:58:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>Lit</category><category>William Gibson</category><category>First Sentences</category></item><item><title>"We can never know what we want, because living only one life, we can neither compare it with our..."</title><description>“We can never know what we want, because living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in the lives to come. There is no means of testing which decision is better because there is no basis for comparison.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The first sentence from “The Unbearable Lightness of Being” by Milan Kundera.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28267845659</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28267845659</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2012 11:49:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>Lit</category><category>Milan Kundera</category><category>First Sentences</category></item><item><title>"Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive."</title><description>“Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The first sentence from “Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets” (Book II in the Harry Potter series) by J.K. Rowling.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28124170530</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/28124170530</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2012 09:26:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>J.K.Rowling</category><category>Lit</category><category>First Sentences</category></item><item><title>"There are certain idiosyncratic notions that you quietly come to accept when you live for a long..."</title><description>“There are certain idiosyncratic notions that you quietly come to accept when you live for a long time in Britain.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The first sentence from “Notes From A Small Island” by Bill Bryson.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/27984255062</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/27984255062</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2012 11:28:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Bill Bryson</category><category>Books</category><category>Lit</category><category>First Sentences</category></item><item><title>"I wish Giovanni would kiss me."</title><description>“I wish Giovanni would kiss me.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The first sentence from “Eat, Pray, Love” by Elizabeth Gilbert.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/27698596525</link><guid>http://open-ers.tumblr.com/post/27698596525</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2012 11:10:00 -0400</pubDate><category>Books</category><category>Elizabeth Gilbert</category><category>Lit</category><category>First Sentences</category></item></channel></rss>
