wordinista

Stolen from

mscongeniality:

Step 1: Pick out 10 books you love. (I've decided that I'm going to stick with fiction and straight prose--rather than including poetry or plays.)
Step 2: Write down the first line (or two, if you feel it necessary)--and try to avoid using specific terms, character or place names if possible. (I used stars to blank them out and only filled in the identifiers after the quote was guessed.)
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess where the quote is from.
Step 4: When someone guesses correctly, italicize the quote and put the title and author after it, with credit to the first correct guesser.

1: 1801. --I have just returned from a visit to my landlord -- the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. --- Wuthering Heights, guessed by

mishakatt

2: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. (~~I predict this will be the first book guessed.~~ I was wrong.) Pride and Prejudice, guessed by both

ankoku_jin and

mishakatt

3: Scarcely had the Abbey-Bell tolled for five minutes, and already was the Church of the Capuchins thronged with Auditors. Do not encourage the idea that the Crowd was assembled either from motives of piety or thirst of information. But very few were influenced by those reasons; and in a city where superstition reigns with such despotic sway as in Madrid, to seek for true devotion would be a fruitless effort. --- The Monk, guessed by

everstar3

4: In the autumn of 1816, John Melmoth, a student in Trinity College, Dublin, quitted it to attend a dying uncle on whom his hopes for independence chiefly rested. --- Melmoth the Wanderer, guessed by

_midoriko_sama_

5: 3 May, Bistritz. -- Left Munich at 8.35 p.m. on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6.46, but train was an hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse which I got of it from the train and the little I could walk through the streets. --- Dracula guessed by

somnambulicious

6: I have to. I've been fighting it all night. I'm going to lose. My battle is as futile as a woman feeling the first pangs of labor and deciding it's an inconvenient time to give birth. Nature wins out. It always does. --- Bitten, guessed by

_midoriko_sama_

7: Behavioral Science, the FBI section that deals with serial murder, is on the bottom floor of the Academy building at Quantico, half-buried in the earth. Silence of the Lambs, guessed by

mscongeniality

8: When she was home from her boarding-school I used to see her almost every day sometimes, because their house was right opposite the Town Hall Annexe. She and her younger sister used to go in and out a lot, often with young men, which of course I didn't like. --- The Collector, guessed by

_midoriko_sama_

9: Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops, and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthburt place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Rachel Lynde's it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde's door without due regard for decency and decorum; it was probably conscious that Mrs. Lynde was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof. --- Anne of Green Gables, guessed by

nayabob

10: Harriet Vane sat at her writing-table and stared out into Mecklenburg Square. The late tulips made a brave show in the Square garden, and a quartet of early tennis-players were energetically calling the score of a rather erratic and unpracticed game. But Harriet saw neither tulips nor tennis-players. (Yes, I'm a dork. And, yes, I love this book that much.) Gaudy Night, guessed by

mscongeniality

EDIT: I'll be damned. #2 wasn't the first book guessed.