The Truth-Teller’s Tale by Sharon Shinn
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for book lovers hosted by Wandering Words. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author or its prestige, we judged it by its opening lines?
First Lines:
Ingridan was an ancient city. Memory ached in its stone arches, crept down its narrow alleys, sluiced through its seven rivers. And its newest memory still burned, raw and sore — a failed war, a nation shamed, and an army dishonored.
Drifting off to sleep, I thought about her. How nobody is perfect. How you just have to close your eyes and breathe out and let the puzzle of the human heart be what it is.
– Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees, page 285
Version:
Paperback, 336 pages
Published January 28th 2003 by Penguin Books
Knowing can be a curse on a person’s life. I’d traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn’t know which one was heavier. Which one took the most strength to carry around? It was a ridiculous question, though, because once you know the truth, you can’t ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies. Heavier or not, the truth is yours now.
– Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees, page 255-256
Version:
Paperback, 336 pages
Published January 28th 2003 by Penguin Books
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You think you want to know something, and then once you do, all you can think about is erasing it from your mind. From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.
– Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees, page 249
Version:
Paperback, 336 pages
Published January 28th 2003 by Penguin Books
Probably one or two moments in your whole life you will hear a dark whispering spirit, a voice coming from the center of things. It will have blades for lips and will not stop until it speaks the one secret thing at the heart of it all.
– Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees, page 242
Version:
Paperback, 336 pages
Published January 28th 2003 by Penguin Books
I watched him, filled with tenderness and ache, wondering what it was that connected us. Was it the wounded places down inside people that sought each other out, that bred a kind of love between them?
– Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees, page 184
Version:
Paperback, 336 pages
Published January 28th 2003 by Penguin Books
Looking at her eyes, I could see a fire inside them. It was a hearth fire you could depend on, you could draw up to and get warm by if you were cold or cook something on that would feed the emptiness in you.
– Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees, page 181
Version:
Paperback, 336 pages
Published January 28th 2003 by Penguin Books