I’ve had Thirteen Reasons Why on hold at my local library for awhile now, so when it became available I put aside Outlander. Here’s the first chapter first paragraph:
“”Sir?” she repeats. “How soon do you want it to get there?”
I rub two fingers, hard, over my left eyebrow. The throbbing has become intense. “It doesn’t matter”, I say.
The clerk takes the package. The same shoebox that sat on my porch less than twenty-four hours ago; rewrapped in a brown paper bag, sealed with clear packing tape, exactly as I had received it. But now addressed with a new name. The next name on Hannah Baker’s list.
“Baker’s dozen,” I mumble. Then I feel disgusted for even noticing it.”
I’m currently reading Wyrd Sisters by Terry Pratchett. It is May’s book of the month for r/fantasy on Reddit’s Fantasy Book Bingo Challenge. Here is the first chapter, first Paragraph (and a bit).
“The wind howled. Lightning stabbed at the earth erratically, like an inefficient assassin. Thunder rolled back and forth across the dark, rain-lashed hills.
The night was as black as the inside of a cat. It was the kind of night, you could believe, on which gods moved men as though they were pawns on the chessboard of fate. In the middle of this elemental storm a fire gleamed among the dripping furze bushes like the madness in a weasel’s eye. It illuminated three hunched figures. As the cauldron bubbled an eldritch voice shrieked: ‘When shall we three meet again?'”
Wyrd Sisters by Terry Pratchett