Semi cool but who knows how they came up with the list of novels to begin with, here's a breakdown

12: sentences that start with "I"
11: sentences that start with "It is/was"
8: sentences that start with a character name
6: sentences that start with "In"
6: sentences that start with "The"
4: sentences that start with "You"
4: sentences that start with "He" (for "She": 1)
3: sentences that start with "Once"

Oldest: 1605
Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote (trans. Edith Grossman)

Newest: 2002
Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

Actually read
Catch-22
The Catcher in the Rye
The Stranger (in French, "L'Etranger")
Lolita

Want to read
1984
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
Anna Karenina
Beloved
Crash
The Great Gatsby
Middlesex
Moby-Dick
The Old Man and the Sea
Slaughterhouse-Five
The Sound and the Fury

Shortest: 3 words
Call me Ishmael.
Herman Melville, Moby-Dick (1851)

Mother died today.
Albert Camus, The Stranger (1942; trans. Stuart Gilbert)

Longest: 396 words
Once upon a time two or three weeks ago, a rather stubborn and determined middle-aged man decided to record for posterity, exactly as it happened, word by word and step by step, the story of another man for indeed what is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal, a somewhat paranoiac fellow unmarried, unattached, and quite irresponsible, who had decided to lock himself in a room a furnished room with a private bath, cooking facilities, a bed, a table, and at least one chair, in New York City, for a year 365 days to be precise, to write the story of another person—a shy young man about of 19 years old—who, after the war the Second World War, had come to America the land of opportunities from France under the sponsorship of his uncle—a journalist, fluent in five languages—who himself had come to America from Europe Poland it seems, though this was not clearly established sometime during the war after a series of rather gruesome adventures, and who, at the end of the war, wrote to the father his cousin by marriage of the young man whom he considered as a nephew, curious to know if he the father and his family had survived the German occupation, and indeed was deeply saddened to learn, in a letter from the young man—a long and touching letter written in English, not by the young man, however, who did not know a damn word of English, but by a good friend of his who had studied English in school—that his parents both his father and mother and his two sisters one older and the other younger than he had been deported they were Jewish to a German concentration camp Auschwitz probably and never returned, no doubt having been exterminated deliberately X * X * X * X, and that, therefore, the young man who was now an orphan, a displaced person, who, during the war, had managed to escape deportation by working very hard on a farm in Southern France, would be happy and grateful to be given the opportunity to come to America that great country he had heard so much about and yet knew so little about to start a new life, possibly go to school, learn a trade, and become a good, loyal citizen.
Raymond Federman, Double or Nothing (1971)