What are your favourite final sentences from books? Is there a book that you liked specially because of its last sentence? Or a book, perhaps that you didn’t like but still remember simply because of the last line?
This is going to be a tricky one to answer without giving away plot details… also tricky because I can’t think of any off the top of my head… I do think the last line of Miss Hargreaves by Frank Baker is very moving, but it has to be read in context, as it’s simply ‘ “Miss Hargreaves… Miss Hargreaves…” ‘. You’ll have to trust me on that one. I also love the final line of Woolf’s To The Lighthouse: ‘Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I have had my vision’. Lengthier, and more famous perhaps, is that from Northanger Abbey. Our Jane doesn’t go for short sentences, mind you…:
To begin perfect happiness at the respective ages of twenty-six and eighteen is to do pretty well ; and professing myself, moreover, convinced that the General’s unjust interference, so far from being really injurious to their felicity, was perhaps rather conducive to it, by improving their knowledge of each other, and adding strength to their attachment, I leave it to be settled by whomsoever it may concern, whether the tendency of this work be altogether to recommend parental tyranny, or reward filial disobedience.
As usual, over to you! More difficult than opening lines, isn’t it?