I’m reading The Crow Road by Iain Banks at the moment. I’m enjoying it even if I can only manage to read about a chapter a day, due to commitments… anyway so far my favourite opening paragraphs to a chapter are;
Right, now this isn’t as bad as it sounds, but… I was in bed with my Aunty Janice.
Well, actually, in one sense it’s exactly as bad as it sounds because when I say I was in bed with her, I don’t mean I was in bed with her because we’d gone hill walking together and been caught out in a snow storm an eventually found shelter in some exceptionally well-appointed bothy that just so happened to have only one bed and we had got in together to keep warm; nothing like that. We were fucking.
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Iain Banks