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This one will be dedicated to a book’s page 69. I will post one or two sentences from said page.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Night Of Your Life

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Night Of Your Life

Lydia Sharp, The Night of Your Life, Young Adult, Stars, Photographs, Ribbon, Cup, Girl, Boy, Romance, Accident, Loop, Prom
What am I supposed to do?
I can’t lose her, not completely. She’s right; our split was inevitable. But not like this. Not forever. And part of me was hoping… maybe not at all. Maybe something would change at the last minute – isn’t that how things usually happen for me? For us?

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Kid Normal and the Loudest Library

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Kid Normal and the Loudest Library

Kid Normal and the Loudest Library, Boy, Girl, Superpowers, Humour, Villains, Friendship, Illustrations, Erica Salcedo, Chris Smith, Greg James, World Book Day, World Book Day 2020
The robot, now standing fully upright, was even larger than Murph had guessed. It towered towards the ceiling, casting a giant black shadow across the mosaic floor. Its head was a huge drill, and each of his arms was tipped by a pair of large metal pincers which looked more than a little dangers. And nestled in a chair-like structure attached to the robot’s broad chest was the owner of the high pitched, reedy voice.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Hand on the Wall

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Hand on the Wall

The Hand on the Wall, Truly Devious 3, Maureen Johnson, Young Adult, Mystery, Green, Clock, Brush, White Letters
“You want a story?” she said. “Janelle’s going to test-run her machine. Report on that.”
“I don’t do human interest,” Germaine said. “What about David? Everyone’s saying he went home for some family thing, but that seems bullshit. You guys are dating or something, right? Where is he?
“I thought you just said you don’t do human interest,” Stevie replied, walking faster.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Song From Somewhere Else

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Song From Somewhere Else

The Song From Somewhere Else, A.F. Harrold, Levi Pinfold, Sepia, Houses, Girl, Boy, Bicycle, Fantasy, Music, Children's Books,
It must have been somewhere in amongst all these thoughts, worries and questions that Frank had fallen asleep, because she suddenly woke up.
It was dark. The landing light was off.
She reached out with her foot under the covers as she always did when she woke in the night. There was no heavy, warm, snoring-purring lump down the end.
She got out of bed and crept over to the window. She slipped herself under the curtain and looked out.
She could see stars and she could tell that the moon was out, full or nearly full.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Storm Keeper’s Island

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Storm Keeper’s Island

Adventure, Cover Love, Catherine Doyle, The Storm Keeper's Island, Storm Keeper #1, Blue, Cove, Moon, Smoke, Storm, Children's Books, Silhouettes, running, Fantasy,
The throaty kraa-ing of ten thousand ravens flooded the air like a terrifying aria. Fionn’s fingers itched for the rock he had left behind, anything that might keep a bird or ten from pecking his eyes out. “I supposed you should explain this.”

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The King of Crows

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The King of Crows

The King Of Crows, Libba Bray, Orange, Crow, Chair, Hat, Young Adult, Historical Fiction, Paranormal, Ghosts, Powers
The Diviners climbed through a back window, letting themselves into the shuttered Museum of American Folklore, Superstition, and the Occult. The beams from their flashlights traveled across what had once been home but now seemed unfamiliar. The glare gave the library’s spiral staircase an otherworldly haze and reflected off the stuffed grizzly bear’s lifeless gaze.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Anna and the French Kiss

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Anna and the French Kiss


I give him a doubtful look, and the unicorn pillow flies at my head. I slam it back, and he grins, slides off the bed, and smacks me full force. I grab for it but miss, and he hits me again twice before letting me catch it. St. Clair doubles over in laughter and I whack him on the back. He tries to reclaim it, but I hold on and we wrestle back and forth until he lets go. The force throws me onto the bed, dizzy and sweaty.
St. Clair flops down beside me, breathing heavily. He’s lying so close that his hair tickles the side of my face. Our arms are almost touching. Almost. I try to exhale, but I no longer know how to breathe. And then I remember I’m not wearing a bra.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Frankly in Love

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Frankly in Love

Frankly in Love, David Soon, Yellow, Green, Letters with Depth
There are too many worlds in my head – Palomino High School, The Store, the Gathering- all with their own confusing laws of nature, gravitational strengths, and speeds of light, and really all I want to do is reach escape velocity, bust out into space, and form my own planet tweaked just how I want it.
Planet Frank. Invitation only.