Introducing books through the first paragraph or so...
It was the eve of the eve of his death by murder and there was harmonica music on the air when E.O. Smonk rode the disputed mule over the railroad tracks and up the hill to the hotel where his trial would be. It was October the first of that year. It had been dry and dusty for six weeks and five days. The crops were dead. It was Saturday and hot. Ten after three o'clock on the afternoon according to the shadows of the bottles on the bottle tree.
-- Smonk by Tom Franklin
(I'm half-way through this book, and loving it so much that it could definitely become one of my favorite books ever if it keeps this up!)