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This week’s topic is
Top Ten Favorite Beginnings and Endings
1. Pride & Prejudice (beginning)
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
2. The Great Gatsby (ending)
And so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
3. Rebecca (beginning)
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again . . . I came upon it suddenly; the approach masked by the unnatural growth of a vast shrub that spread in all directions . . . There was Manderley, our Manderley, secretive and silent as it had always been, the gray stone shining in the moonlight of my dream, the mullioned windows reflecting the green lawns and terrace. Time could not wreck the perfect symmetry of those walls, nor the site itself, a jewel in the hollow of a hand.
4. Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone (beginning)
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense.
5. Anna Karenina (beginning)
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
6. Gone with the Wind (ending)
I’ll think of it all tomorrow at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, I’ll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.
7. Frankenstein (ending)
First the colours, Then the humans, Thats how I usually see things, Or at least, how I try. Here is a small fact, You are going to die.
9. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (ending)
The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.
10. The Book Thief (ending)
I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race–that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
All I was able to do was turn to Liesel Meminger and tell her the only truth I truly know. I said it to the book thief and I say it now to you.
* * * A LAST NOTE FROM YOUR NARRATOR * * *
I am haunted by humans.