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 ~ Libby and the Highland Heist by Jo Clarke, Becka Moor
Libby pulled on a cracker with Connie and it let out a huge bang, making them both laugh.
‘What does it say inside your cracker, Connie? Did you get a joke or a prediction?’ asked Libby.
‘Ooh, I got a prediction. It says: “I see travel in your future”, ‘said Connie in her best soothsayer voice.
Libby laughed. ‘Well, that’s no surprise. We do go to a travelling school!’
There are probably more mothers like Mrs. Koyama and me in this world than we can count, no distinguishing between enemies and allies; I’m sure that in America, in China, Korea, and Europe, there are mothers living their days the same way as me, breath by breath.
I’m just an uneducated woman, and I don’t know much, but even I know that somewhere in this world there is still fighting going on, and mothers are losing their precious children…
The reason I was looking up at the sky that night was because I was thinking that that same sky stretches over all those mothers.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Her Mistletoe Cowboy by Liz Isaacson
“It’s good to see you,” he said, his voice hardly his own.
He hadn’t felt such powerful things for a woman, ever. Half of him wanted to kiss her right now, see if she felt the same things he did. The other half wanted to run in the other direction, take the time to figure out what all these boiling things inside him meant.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ You’re the One That I Want by Simon James Green
Of course Zach’s use of the word “mate” consumers my entire mind for the whole of my journey home. Did he use that word just to make it clear he only saw us as friends? Was he sensing that I liked him a bit too much and wanted to firmly but kindly tell me it wasn’t going to happen? Or was it just a throwaway word, friendly, him not wanting to presume too much, too soon?
Or shall I just stop ruining everything by overthinking it and let the universe do its thing?
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Goldie Vance: The Hotel Whodunit by Lilliam Rivera
Behind us, Mr. Davenport – or Cecil – continues to yell at the photographer. I wonder if he will ever get tired of hearing his own voice. I know I already am. Eventually the shouting is drowned out by the chirping of birds and Delphine’s heels on the pathway. I concentrate on making sure I lead Delphine to the right suite while also taking into account everything around me. Like how she isn’t wearing gloves and her hands are free of rings. How there is a delicate gold necklace with a pendant around her neck. I can’t really make out what the pendant says, but it’s very pretty and understated. This close, I can smell Delphine’s perfume. It is a mixture of lavender and rose, and I think I can smell hints of patchouli. Scents are really important when you are a detective.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Girls Are Never Gone by Sarah Glenn Marsh
Holly throws up a hand, a warning signal, and we all tense.
If Rose or Cathy starts heading up the stairs, we’ll push the wardrobe back to cover our work and all head for my room, where we’ve set out some chips and other snacks to make it look like we’re just hanging out, killing time.
Just like what happened at the lake yesterday, the three of us agree that there are certain things neither of the adults needs to know about until we have answers.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Warrior in my Wardrobe by Simon Farnaby, Claire Powell
But Suzy wasn’t for turning. “My son has been kidnapped! I can’t just sit her and do nothing. I don’t care a bout the risks. It’s a mother’s instict to protect her children. I’d do the same for you, Rose. I’m sorry, but I’m coming with you whether you like it or not.”
Dion looked crestfallen. Rose hung her head too. Then she had an idea.
“OK, Mum. You can come with me.”
“So you’re in love with a boy,” Summer said and let the last word draw out as if she had a secret and teasing me with it.“No!” I answered straight away. “No boys. Whatsoever. It’s been a long time since I had the time for love.”
“Who doesn’t have time for love?” Summer giggles.
I wished that were true. But it wasn’t just about time, was it? It was about finding the person who was willing to give their everything for you. And you for them. Something that had never happened to me.
And even though it’s only wood, she feels safer with it closed.
Olivia’s heart pounds in her ears as she climbs under the covers, pulling her mother’s journal to her like a shield. She has never been afraid of the dark, but tonight, she relights the lamp. As she sits, her back to the headboard and her eyes on the shadows, she realizes—
She left the key in the door downstairs.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Neon’s Secret Universe by Sibéal Pounder + Sarah Warburton
‘SANTA!’ Neon cheered.
‘And what would you like for Chris-?’ Santa began, but he stopped when he saw the mess in the Halloween section.
‘IT’s MY SEASON NOW!’ he bellowed, before bouncing off. ‘MIIIIIIIINE!’
Neon watched, amazed, as he scooped up the roller-skating vampires and the zombies and the tiny ghost witches, and all the fingers, plucked the gravestones from the floor and disassembled the coffins, collected the cauldrons and rounded up the pumpkins.
