Let’s judge a book not by its cover, but by its opening and closing lines.

Ernest Hemingway. Green hills of Africa

First: We were sitting in the blind that Wanderobo hunters had built of twigs and branches at the edge of the salt-lick when we heard the motor-lorry coming.

Last: 'I'll write you a piece some time and put him in.'

Charlotte Brontë. Jane Eyre

First: There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.

Last: Daily He announces more distinctly,—‘Surely I come quickly!’ and hourly I more eagerly respond,—‘Amen; even so come, Lord Jesus!’”

Walter Scott. Ivanhoe

First: In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster.

Last: His fate was destined to a foreign strand,
A petty fortress and an "humble" hand;
He left the name at which the world grew pale,
To point a moral, or adorn a TALE.

Philip Roth. Everyman

First: Around the grave in the rundown cemetery were a few of his former advertising colleagues from New York, who recalled his energy and originality and told his daughter, Nancy, what a pleasure it had been to work with him.

Last: Just as he'd feared from the start.

Herman Melville. Moby Dick

First: Call me Ishmael.

Last: It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan.

F.Scott Fitzgerald. The Great Gatsby

First: In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

Last: So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Oscar Wilde. The Canterville Ghost

First: When Mr. Hiram B. Otis, the American Minister, bought Canterville Chase, every one told him he was doing a very foolish thing, as there was no doubt at all that the place was haunted.

Last: Virginia blushed.