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Top 10 Books July 2021

Top 10 Books July 2021

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Friday’s Page 69 ~ Rule of the Wolves by Leigh Bardugo

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Rule of the Wolves by Leigh Bardugo

Rule of Wolves, Silver, Platinum, Fantasy, King of Scars, Book 2, Leigh Bardugo, Tree, Young Adult, New Adult
Nikolai could have chosen to meet the enemy in the field, banners up, troops in plain sight. A show of force. It would have been the honorable thing, the brave thing. But Nikolai figured his soldiers were more interested in surviving than looking noble before the Fjerdans shot them full of holes, and he felt the same. 
Friday’s Page 69 ~ That Weekend by Kara Thomas

Friday’s Page 69 ~ That Weekend by Kara Thomas

That Weekend, Kara Thomas, Girl, Pier, Blue, Murder, Mystery, Friendship, Young Adult
In the window overlooking the patio, the curtains rustle. Dad’s arm tenses around me; I know he saw it too. Someone – one of Kat’s parents – watching us, maybe, studying the words forming on our lips.
But when we make our way into the kitchen, it’s empty, silent except for the hum of the fridge. The floor tiles are gleaming white, not a trace of the mess that was there earlier.
Weekly Quote for Week 29-2021 ~ Nevermoor: The Trials of Morrigan Crow by Jessica Townsend

Weekly Quote for Week 29-2021 ~ Nevermoor: The Trials of Morrigan Crow by Jessica Townsend

Nevermoor: The Trials of Morrigan Crow, Fantasy, Children's Book, Friendship, Family, Mystery, Magic, Girl, Umbrella, Jessica Townsend“Hmm. It’s a scary shadow, you say?”
“They’re all scary. Even if you make a nice one, like a kitten, it’ll turn into a man-eating tiger or something. It’s like they’re trying to be scary.”
“That makes sense.”
Morrigan was surprised. “Does it?”
“Shadows are shadows, Miss Crow.” His eyes reflected the moonlight. “They want to be dark.”

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Girl A by Abigail Dean

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Girl A by Abigail Dean

Girl A, Abigail Dean, Thriller, Mystery, Abuse,
The house in Oxford was beautiful in the morning. A long rectangle of sunlight cut into my bedroom and rested on the duvet. The Islip canvas in the guestroom was a river in motion and Ana had placed it behind the bed, facing the window, so that it was hard to tell what was the effect of the pain and what was the real light in the room. I kicked off the cover and stretched into the warm day. For a moment I imagined the house was mine, and empty. I would take a book from the study and spend the morning in the garden. There would be no need to talk to anybody all day.