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Category: Friday’s Page 69

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 ~ Meet the Sushi Sisters

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Meet the Sushi Sisters

Bad Mermaids Meet the Sushi Sisters, Sibéal Pounder, Jason Cockcroft, Bad Mermaids, Book #4, Mermaids, Magic, Spying, Humour, Sharks, Seahorse, Fourth Wall, Magic, Cover, Yellow, Girls, Jellyfish, Orange
‘A secret place,’ Vetty said mysteriously.
‘There’s no such place,’Meri laughed.
‘Of course there is,’ Vetty said. ‘Everyone knows there are secret waters, undiscovered places and hidden cities. You know, like the one mermaid spies live in.’
‘Pah!’ Meri said, desperately trying to be casual. ‘Mermaid spies aren’t real. I don’t know where you heard that but mermaid spies are not a thing.’

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Good Girl, Bad Blood

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Good Girl, Bad Blood

Good Girl Bad Blood, Mystery, Young Adult, Murder, Investigation, Holly Jackson, Read, White/Black Letters
Jamie and Nat were on the periphery of everything that happened, and I think they bonded over it. They’ve become really  close since last year, talk all the time. She’s probably his only real friend at the moment. Though, truth to be told, I think Jamie sees her in a different way than she sees him.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Search for Wondla

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Search for Wondla

The Search for Wondla, Tony Diterlizzi, Fantasy, Sci-fi, Science Fiction, Children's Books, Secrets, Adventure, Friendship, Girl, Robot, Stars
The footsteps became louder as whoever -or whatever- it was approached the surface. Eva held her breath and curled up tightly in a ball. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She could feel the thing near her.
Maybe it won’t see me. Maybe it will leave.
Time stopped as she waited, her body curled with her hands over her head. Her neck began to hurt. There was no sound to be heard at all excerpt the far-off chortling of the birds.
Has it gone back down?

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Beyond Platform 13

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Beyond Platform 13

Beyond Platform 13, Beatriz Castro, Sibéal Pounder, Eva Ibbotson, Magic, Fantasy, Island, Pixies, Children's Books, Illustrations, Girl, Train, Purple Cape/Hood, Dog, Doors, Grass, Train station, Platform
‘CAN SOMEONE PLEASE DISPOSE OF THIS I went to Hans-ome Cheeses and Bought This Cheese PLAQUE,’ Mrs Smith roared, kicking it with her talon straight at Netty’s face. ‘WE’LL DECIDE WHO WINS THE FINAL ROUND WHEN WE SEE HOW YOU’VE DONE WITH MY SHOPPING LISTS.’ And, with that, she flew out of the room, leaving a foul-smelling trail as she went.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Aurora Burning

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Aurora Burning

Aurora Rising, Aurora Burning, Sci-Fi, Young Adult, Orange, Multiple POV, Romance
I don’t know how Scarlett keeps acquiring these clothes.
Her ability to summon new outfits seemingly at will is almost supernatural. She was gone for a total of eighty-seven minutes with only a handful of credits in her pocket, and she returned with a new wardrobe for each of us, suited to the mission at hand. She does not steal – she waves receipts in Zila’s and Aurora’s faces and regaled them with tales of retail prowess, using arcane words like twofer and cleav discount.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Hilda and the Great Parade

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Hilda and the Great Parade

Hilda and the Great Parade, Hilda, Fantasy, Children's Books, Scouts, Fantasy, Magic, Orange, Trolls, Elves, Town, City, Lindeworm, Raven, Friendship, Mystery, Single Parenting
“According to the book,” said Frida, “the signs of a lindworm lair include disturbed leaves, overturned earth and –”
“Dark smoke?” said Hilda. She pointed it the centre of the island, where plumes of purple smoke curled high into the air.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Woman in the Dark

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Woman in the Dark

The Woman in the Dark, Vanessa Savage, Family, Murder, Nightmares, Window, Sun, Woman, Thriller, Mystery, Blue, Yellow Font
He must see my worry because he squeezes my hand and smiles. ‘It’s fine – I’m a bit tired and hungry, that’s all. I haven’t got used to the commute yet. These are pretty,’ he says, looking at the daffodils.
‘One of our neighbours dropped them in.’
His smile fades, replaced by wariness. ‘Oh, yes?’
‘I caught her taking photographs of the bedrooms.’ My earlier outrage stirs again.
‘What on earth for?’
‘Well, I don’t think it was the Ikea furniture she was interested in. She was on a bloody ghost tour of her own making.’
‘Jesus,’ he mutters.
‘She seemed to remember you.’

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Two Girls Staring at the Ceiling

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Two Girls Staring at the Ceiling

Friendship, Lucy Frank, Sick, Contemporary, Hospital Shirt, Back, Girl, Ponytail, Two Girls Staring at the Ceiling, Poetry, Verse, Hospital, Realistic Fiction,
Bri ties a blue GET WELL balloon
to my IV pole, dumps
from her shopping bag
a box of pink Peeps bunnies,
rhinestone flip-flops,
a puzzle book,
a whiskery stuffed mouse.
“It’s amazing what you can find
at the ninety-nine-cent store.
Care for a four-month-old Peep?
Your mom said you can’t have
any food, but everyone knows
Peeps don’t qualify.”

Friday’s Page 69 ~ A Girl Called Justice

Friday’s Page 69 ~ A Girl Called Justice

A Girl Called Justice, Justice Jones, Elly Griffiths, Boarding School, Children's Books, Mystery, Historical Fiction, Murder, Girl, Clouds, Maids, Snow Storm
Justice hardly dared to breathe as feet clipped past her. Women’s feet, wearing stout walking shoes. Justice didn’t need her torch to identify the slim figure. It was Miss de Vere, wearing a black coat and hat. The headmistress ran down the stairs, her heavy shoes surprisingly light, and Justice heard the sound of a key in a lock. It must be the inner door. Yes, it made a soft, furtive click as it shut behind her.

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Deeplight

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Deeplight

Blue, Coral, Sea, Jellyfish, Octopus, Cult, Deeplight, Frances Hardinge, Octopus, Young Adult, Fantasy, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea, Frankenstein, Heart,
Vyne led the way up a flight of wooden stairs to another door, which she unlocked. Hark followed her into the study.
The room was half the size of the hall downstairs, and far more chaotic. Hark had helped tidy it only three days before, but already it was back to its usual anarchy. By the rosy light from the round window in the ceiling, he could see every trestle table groaning under sprawled heaps of papers, vials, flasks, varnish bottles, and translucent eyes in jars. It always seemed funny that the shrewd, self-possessed doctor should be so incurable messy.