Literary game (I)

I personally am a lot of trivia games about history, music, science, and of course, literature. I love the Party & Co, el Trivial and similar games. And I thought: why not make a literary game with our readers?

Would be the "Literary game (I)" because many more will come if you dare and this works.

I explain the rules:

1. Then you will see small fragments of books, some will be popularly known, and others not so much ...
2. The fun of the game is to guess which book does this fragment belong to. And I don't think it goes without saying: "Dear readers, it is not worth looking at our great friend and ally Google".

Can you leave me in comments how many books you have hit? Thanks!

Go!

Which books do the following literary fragments belong to?

Each fragment belongs to a different book. Do you join the game?

• Tonight I feel depressed. I can't think of anything but Lucy and how different things could have been with her by my side. I was tossing and turning without being able to sleep. When I heard the clock chime only two chimes, the night watchman, very upset, came to tell me that Renfield had escaped.

• "With the deep, unconscious sigh that even the proximity of the telescreen couldn't drown him when the day's work began, Winston walked over to the speaker, blew the dust off the microphone, and put on his glasses."

• «You think that it will never happen to you, there is no way it will happen to you, that you are the only person in the world to whom these things would never happen, and then, one by one, they all begin to happen to you, just as they happen to anyone else» .

• And, in fact, it was. Now he was only ten inches tall, and his face lit up just thinking that he was already the right size to go through the little door and into that wonderful garden.

• "Sixteen years of loneliness, self-hatred, unstated fears, unfulfilled desires, useless pain, anger that lead nowhere, and unexploited energy were contained in that body."

• Shimamoto was large in build, heavily featured, and almost as tall as I was. Over the years it would become a splendid beauty, the kind that makes you turn your head in its wake. But at the time I met her, her innate qualities had not yet managed to harmonize with each other.

• Don't frown, reader; I don't want to give the impression that I didn't get to be happy. The reader must understand that, owner and lord of a nymphet, the enchanted traveler is, as it were, "beyond happiness", for there is no such thing on earth comparable to that of sucking a nymphet. "

• «At the beginning of May, the eggs hatched, releasing a larva that, after thirty days of maddening feeding on mulberry leaves, proceeded to reclose itself in a cocoon, to escape from it definitively two weeks later, leaving behind yes, a heritage that, in silk, could be calculated in a thousand meters of raw thread and, in money, in a good amount of French francs;… ».

• «Emma, ​​who was giving him her arm, leaned a little on his shoulder, and looked at the disk of the sun that radiated in the distance, in the mist, its dazzling pallor; but he turned his head: Carlos was there. His cap was pulled down to his eyebrows, and his thick lips were quivering, which added something stupid to his face; even his back, his calm back was irritating to the eye, and Emma saw all the simplicity of the character appear on the frock coat ». 

• «His fantasy was filled with everything he read in books, both with enchantments and quarrels, battles, challenges, wounds, compliments, loves, storms and impossible absurdities; and he settled in such a way in his imagination that all that machine of those dreamed-of inventions that he read was true, that for him there was no other more certain story in the world ».

10 fragments, 10 books. La solution of this first literary game I will leave it in a Comment next Monday, September 28. Stay tuned! It is not worth cheating.