Opening lines from books published the week of Feb. 13, 1998

By EW Staff
Updated February 13, 1998 at 05:00 AM EST

“Poor Joel. Will was staring at his best friend, who sat behind the wheel of his ’69 Impala, low in the tattered, foam-hemorrhaging bench seat, arm thrown over the windowsill, still in his jeans and white, short-sleeved, V-necked Sub Shop shirt.” From James Kaplan’s novel Two Guys From Verona: A Novel of Suburbia (Atlantic)

“As a food professional, I guess it’s not surprising that when I review my life to date, it flashes back to me as a series of memorable moments inextricably bound by food. There are many important events in my life that I cannot recall. However, ask me about my first oyster, the Mile High Pie Mom used to take us for at the Pontchartrain Hotel, or my first experience with foie gras…and I can expound at length.” From chef Charlotte Armstrong’s cookbook/memoir, Charlotte’s Table: Down Home Cooking From an Uptown Girl (Ecco)