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This one will be dedicated to a book’s page 69. I will post one or more sentences from the page that seem interesting/fun.

I started with this one in 2015 (May), and here is the backstory on how I got the idea: You all probably know that publishers often put something on the back to attract people. Something like turn to “insert page number”. Well, according to a writer’s 2006 book you should pick page 69 to determine if you want to read the book (Find Your Perfect Novel).

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Spanish Love Deception by Elena Armas

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Spanish Love Deception by Elena Armas

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The Spanish Love Deception bye Elena Armas
Much to my dismay, when my eyes opened up again, they tracked a towering figure that could only be one man.
‘Dammit, Rosie,’ I whispered with my arms still around her, making eye contact wit the approaching man. ‘We’ve summoned him again.’
I watched Aaron Blackford close the distance with quick strides. His long legs stopped right in front of us. We were still hugging, so I peered at him over Rosie’s shoulder.
Aaron took in our embrace, looking somewhere between appalled and engrossed. I couldn’t be sure because he did a good job at hiding whatever he was thinking behind that infamous frown.
‘What? Who have we summoned?’ I heard Rosie say as we disentangled our arms from each other under Aaron’s attentive gaze.
‘Oh. Him,’ she whispered back.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Horror Collector, Vol. 3: The Laughter in the Dead of Night by Midori Sato, Yon, Norio Tsuruta

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Horror Collector, Vol. 3: The Laughter in the Dead of Night by Midori Sato, Yon, Norio Tsuruta

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Horror Collector, Vol. 3 The Laughter in the Dead of Night by Midori Sato, Yon, Norio Tsuruta, Boy with determined look in his eyes surrounded by scary beings
A chill went down Ayana’s spine.
“No… No…”

Hee-hee-hee-hee.

This time the snickering was even clearer.
“Stop it!” Ayana clapped her hands over her ears.

Hee-hee-hee… Hee-hee… Hee-hee-hee.

She could hear the laughter coming from inside her room. It came from the drawers of her dresser and from inside her bookcase.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Really Good, Actually by Monica Heisey

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Really Good, Actually by Monica Heisey

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Really Good, Actually Monica Heisey, Adult, Woman, Crying, Red Hair, Comedy, Friendship, Single
Jon and Calvin were always having fun in ways that I thought were stupid and was secretly desperate to be a part of: hotboxing motorcycle helmets and shooting pellet guns at each other in armour made of stuff they’d found, or, in later years, an actual suit of armour Jon had stolen from the set of a pasta sauce commercial. They loved each other and seemed proud of their ability to say so, making showy displays of being the kind of men who could hug easily and support each other emotionally, but also beat each other up in a game of ‘full-contact croquet’ or start a metal band called Gorgo’s ass.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Reggie Rabbit: The Great Carrot Heist by Swapna Reddy, Becka Moor

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Reggie Rabbit: The Great Carrot Heist by Swapna Reddy, Becka Moor

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Reggie Rabbit and the Great Carrot Heist by Swapna Reddy, Becka Moor, A rabbit and bunny in a big city with two lanterns shining on them
‘Is this it?’ Pipsquark said, point at a door.
Reggie was about to say ‘no’as he spotted the peeling paint of the door frame and the cracked glass that had been hastily taped over.
But the words on a rusty plaque stopped him.
‘I thought he would have a much fancier office than this,’ Pipsquark said.
Reggie tried to squash down the tightening in hi chest. ‘OK,’ he thought to himself. ‘It’s not shiny and new. But maybe Detective Fox is clearly too busy solving cases to have time to dust off an old sign.’
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Wrecked by Lauren Asher

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Wrecked by Lauren Asher

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Wrecked by Lauren Asher, Cover with puzzle pieces and balloons
Noah has won enough Championships to last a lifetime. It’s time for someone else to beat him down a peg… or ten. I don’t know how Maya deals with his ego.
Tires rotate, car gears change, and my heart races to the thrum of the engine. I make it around Noah’s car at one of the last turns, pulling in front of him when it matters most. The crowd goes wild when I pass the checkered line. A shit-eating smile tugs at my lips because I fucking did it.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Murder Road by Simone St. James

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Murder Road by Simone St. James

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Murder Road by Simone St. James
“A problem?” I said as Eddie came toward us across the living room.
Rose gave me a look like I was stupid. “Well, let’s see. You got Rhonda Jean dead in your car, Detective Quentin thinks you’re a murderer, and whoever killed that girl knows you picked her up. I’d call that a problem, wouldn’t you?” She leaned back in her chair. “I seem to remember the police took your car away. Right?”
Eddie was standing next to my chair now. He put his hand on the back of it. You told her, that gesture said.
“Yeah,” he said to Rose. “They took our car.”
“I thought so. You need to figure your way out of this.” She picked up the bowl and held it out to Eddie. “Want a chip? I’m going to lend you Robbie’s car.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Happy Place by Emily Henry

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Happy Place by Emily Henry

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Happy Place by Emily Henry, Pink cover with character jumping in the water, romance
I smile at the dark ceiling, my heart swelling with affection for both of them. “Cleo’s great at boundaries. She probably thinks if she lets Sabrina’s toothpaste splatter accumulate long enough, she’ll notice.”
“Yeah, well, if I didn’t intervene, the counter would be more toothpaste than porcelain by now.”
“You’re being unrealistic,” I say. “The entire apartment would be toothpaste.”
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Horror Collector, Vol.2: The Cursed Game of Tag by Midori Sato, Yon, Norio Tsuruta

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Horror Collector, Vol.2: The Cursed Game of Tag by Midori Sato, Yon, Norio Tsuruta

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Horror Collector, Vol. 2 The Cursed Game of Tag by Midori Sato, Norio Tsuruta, Yon, Blue cover with a boy and a girl and magical things happening, horror, short stories
Asuka and Nana looked at each other automatically.
Why does this boy know about the death blog? Just as Asuka thought that, Nana stood up.
“Why are you suddenly sating this stuff?! Don’t scare Asuka!” Nana yelled and glared at Fushigi. But Fushigi’s expression didn’t change, and he just kept walking toward them.
“It’s the phone,” Fushigi said.
“A phone?” Nana repeated.
“Your phone is cursed.”
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Twisted Hate by Ana Huang

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Twisted Hate by Ana Huang

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Twisted Hate by Ana Huang, Fire and red cover, romance
“Consider it my official olive branch.” He pushed the box toward me. “Along with me not mentioning how you broke the truce by insulting my observational skills, which are excellent, by the way.”
Only Josh could claim credit for not doing something he just did.
Instead of arguing with him, I poked at the cupcake with suspicion. “Did you poison it?” There was a difference between being civil and buying someone their favourite cupcake unprompted.
“Nah, I was in a rush. Maybe next time.”
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Things That go Bump by Kathryn Foxfield, Robin Boyden

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Things That go Bump by Kathryn Foxfield, Robin Boyden

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Things That Go Bump by Kathryn Foxfield and Robin Boyden, 4 kids running away from creepy things, spooky, horror
The hole leads through into darkness. I use my torch to check out our surroundings. We’re in a long narrow passageway that run behind the sets. To my right, there’s a flimsy partition separating us from the showroom. To my left, I can reach out and touch the bare metal of the building’s outer wall.
It feels like we’ve found a pocket of dead space hidden behind the cosiness of all the fake living rooms. There’s nothing her except some discarded plastic wrap and a few tatty cardboard boxes. Lots of dust. I don’t think anyone’s been down here for a very long time.