First lines of the novel I resisted the inclination to write today:

"This is not just another innocuous story about a boy who feels bad about a girl killing herself. The world has enough of those.

Claire Muñoz left no note. She didn't leave 13 cassette tapes, either. She didn't feel the need to explain herself, or her decision to take 60 tablets of Cyclobenzaprine on that Friday night…”