I've decided on the books I'm most likely to draw from during the readathon on the 24th.
From the top, and with their opening sentence:
Zeitoun. Dave Eggers.
On moonless nights the men and boys of Jableh, a dusty fishing town on the coast of Syria, would gather their lanterns and set out in their quietest boats.
The Servants' Quarters. Lynn Freed.
If every family chooses someone to punish, I was the one chosen by mine.
The Blank Wall. Elisabeth Sanxay Holding.
Lucia Holley wrote every night to her husband, who was somewhere in the Pacific.
The Men Who Stare at Goats. Jon Ronson.
This is a true story.
The Collected Stories of Caroline Gordon.
We were sitting on the porch at the Fork--it is where two creeks meet--after supper, talking about our family reunion.
The Haunt. A.L. Barker.
When the Griersons moved from Wimbledon to Cornwall it was more a flight of fancy than a leap in the dark.
Her Fearful Symmetry. Audrey Niffenegger.
Elspeth died while Robert was standing in front of a vending machine watching tea shoot into a small plastic cup.