Monday: Monday’s First Sentence / Goodreads Monday
Tuesday: Teaser Tuesday / Top Ten Tuesday / Top 5 Tuesday
Wednesday: Waiting on Wednesday / WWW Wednesdays
Thursday: First Chapter First Paragraphs Thursday Intros
Friday: Friday’s Page 69 / Friday Face Off / Friday Favourites
Saturday: Cover Lover Saturday
Sunday: Sunday’s TBR Updates (each week) + Weekly Quote / Six for Sunday / Stack the Shelves
NOTE: Around 2019 I switched around Thursday’s and Tuesday’s posts as the Monday and Tuesday posts were too close alike. So instead of Teaser Thursday it became Teaser Tuesday, and First Chapter First Paragraphs Tuesday Intros became First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said. “But you know what? Come here, let me show you something.”
I followed him out to the parking lot. The two of us stood in front of Billy Bob’s old blue station wagon.
“See that sticker on my car?” Billy Bob asked, pointing to a shiny sticker on the driver’s side window.
I squinted at the words. It said Don’t Touch! Alarm System Installed!
Billy Bob leaned over, cupped his hand, and whispered into my ear, “There’s no alarm system.”
I smiled.
Waiting on Wednesday ~ Tío and Tío: The Ring Bearers by Ross Matthews, Wellinthon García-Mathew
The figure knelt over the body at the edge of the ruins. Nearby, a streetlamp crackled before succumbing to the night. Gray clouds tumbled closer. As the ocean waves crashed, the wind whipped against the figure’s black hoof and rattled the chain-link fence.
The figure glanced back to peer beyond the mist. A rock wall lined the front of what was left of Fairport Village, separating the clifftop property from the beach below. Among the other rocks, a long granite one stood out, smoot and flat as a tabletop, specks of mica gleaming beneath the moonlight. It formed a plank over the sandy beach below: the Founder’s Slab. Back in the 1800s, a horrible plague struck the first settlers, and it’s been said that in their desperation, the sick carved their prayers into that sacred rock.
Only those prayers went unanswered, as if the land had other ideas.
Waiting on Wednesday ~ Creaky Acres by Calista Brill, Nilah Magruder
