"I woke up with a hangover. Thousands of tiny ants marched in step between my temples, having come through my mouth and dried their feet on my tongue."
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I, The Divine: A Novel in First Chapters | 
"I woke up with a hangover. Thousands of tiny ants marched in step between my temples, having come through my mouth and dried their feet on my tongue."
"In Lebanese, cursing is an art form; I was its Rembrandt."
"Can there be any *here*? No. She understands *there*. Whenever she is in Beirut, home is New York. Whenever she is in New York, home is Beirut. Home is never where she is, but where she is not."
One chapter is entirely in French. I had to skip it because I took Spanish. :P
"When it came to a choice between a beautiful color and the correct color, Bonnard always picked the beautiful one, while Rothko, in his great paintings, picked the correct one. I realized when it came to men, I did not pick the beautiful or the correct."
A novel told entirely in first chapters as a woman tries to figure out how to tell her story. Brilliant structure for a novel, and naturally it's filled with great first lines. I particularly love the way there are new title pages and epigraphs throughout the book. The designer must've had fun.
