I’m sponsoring a contest to match the first line of each of my eight novels with its title. The first three contestants correctly to match the first lines with the novels in which they appear will receive both hearty congratulations on Facebook and a signed copy of my initial novel, Crazy Were We in the Head.
To enter, simply match the first lines with their novels and enter at paulennswiebe.com/contact. Guessing is encouraged and in many cases necessary.
First Lines:
At the Vatican, the pope was sound asleep, having four hours earlier mumbled the simple benediction he had learned as a child.
At three o’clock, Calvin Burr had had enough.
He stood before the door of the principal’s office, hesitant.
I couldn’t see the priest’s face, but I could smell the alcohol.
Mother’s plan for Jean-Pierre’s life had not gone well.
One morning not long ago, I awoke with a start from the dead of a dreamless sleep to find that I had no memory.
That a dropout from a rabbinical school in upstate New York, an ordinary young man with the ordinary young ambition of moving to Hollywood and becoming a film star, should be chosen to discover and translate the now-famous Bear Lake Scrolls and then establish what quickly has become the fastest-growing religion in America, seems incredible.
The advantage of living in Inverness back in the forties and fifties was the number of churches you could choose from, nine, which averaged out to a hundred souls per religion.
Novels:
Alone in a Dark Wood
The Church of the Comic Spirit
Crazy Were We in the Head
Dancing Over the Rays of Light
Hotel Adios (in progress)
Just Another Dead White Male
Pope Dun the Incredible
Sacred Books & Sky Hooks
To enter, simply match the first lines with their novels and enter at paulennswiebe.com/contact. Guessing is encouraged and in many cases necessary.
First Lines:
At the Vatican, the pope was sound asleep, having four hours earlier mumbled the simple benediction he had learned as a child.
At three o’clock, Calvin Burr had had enough.
He stood before the door of the principal’s office, hesitant.
I couldn’t see the priest’s face, but I could smell the alcohol.
Mother’s plan for Jean-Pierre’s life had not gone well.
One morning not long ago, I awoke with a start from the dead of a dreamless sleep to find that I had no memory.
That a dropout from a rabbinical school in upstate New York, an ordinary young man with the ordinary young ambition of moving to Hollywood and becoming a film star, should be chosen to discover and translate the now-famous Bear Lake Scrolls and then establish what quickly has become the fastest-growing religion in America, seems incredible.
The advantage of living in Inverness back in the forties and fifties was the number of churches you could choose from, nine, which averaged out to a hundred souls per religion.
Novels:
Alone in a Dark Wood
The Church of the Comic Spirit
Crazy Were We in the Head
Dancing Over the Rays of Light
Hotel Adios (in progress)
Just Another Dead White Male
Pope Dun the Incredible
Sacred Books & Sky Hooks
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