A selection of first sentences from new books, April 3
The painting is stolen the same week the Russians put a dog into space.
Down at the foamy shoreline, where small tight waves explode against black rocks, a lifeguard with feet wedged in the wet and vaguely tangerine sand stands shirtless like a magnificent sea-Jesus.
“Quicksand,” a novel, now in paperback, by Steve Toltz
For two days the girl did nothing but lie in bed and cry.
