Review for Happy Girl Lucky
A book with a promising first chapter… but after that it goes downhill fast. Sadly.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Midnight Hour
The steady flow of brain-exploding new things was hammering at her. When she was little, a wave had knocked her over at the seaside, and every time she’d tried to get up the next wave had knocked her down again. This was worse. Her mum had come and picked her up back then. Who was going to help this time?
Monday’s First Sentence ~ The Case of the Missing Treasure
My Secretary and Vice-President Hazel is busy writing the story of our seventh murder case.
Review for The Case of the Missing Treasure
The girls are back again and they have a new mystery to solve, this time involving mummies, treasures, and more!
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Oh My Gods
I wrapped up my letter to Mum just as Aphrodite barged into my room. Not only did she waltz in without knocking (am I going to have to put up a DO NOT DISTURB sign?), she had nothing on. And I mean nothing.
She was totally naked!
Bye Bye 2018, Hello 2019 – Counting Down to 2019 with 2018 Favourites! #2
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First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Vampires, Scones, and Edmund Herondale
Ever since the unfortunate events of the French Revolution, Magnus had nursed a slight prejudice against vampires. The undead were always killing one’s servants and endangering one’s pet monkey. The vampire clan in Paris was still sending Magnus rude messages about their small misunderstanding. Vampires bore a grudge longer than any technically living creatures, and whenever they were in a bad temper, they expressed themselves through murder. Magnus generally wished his companions to be somewhat less -no pun intended- blood-thirsty.
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Dramas of a Teenage Heiress
My life is over.
I had decided never to emerge from underneath my duvet again, and my plan was working perfectly until my mum came barging into my room -which STILL doesn’t have a lock on it, despite all my requests, because Mum seems to think she has the right to just barrel on in and invade my privacy whenever she likes.
“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” she said with a sign, yanking the duvet off me.
