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Friday’s Page 69 ~ Nathalia Buttface and the Most Epically Embarrassing Trip Ever

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Nathalia Buttface and the Most Epically Embarrassing Trip Ever

Nathalia Buttface and the Most Epically Embarrassing Trip Ever, Pink, Girl, Chair, Reading, Bag, Illustrations, Humour, Funny, Embarrassing dad, Children's Books, Nigel Smith, Sarah Horne, Nathalia Buttface, Book 2
The room Nat was hiding in was small and dark. It was a kind of store room, full of stuff some people tell other people will be useful one day. Nat hadn’t put the light on but she felt safe in the gloom – right until the moment someone tapped her on the shoulder and said:
“Boo.”

Review for The Taylor TurboChaser

Review for The Taylor TurboChaser

The Taylor Turbochaser, David Baddiel, Steven Lenton, Pink, Red, Purple, Children, Girls, Boys, Car, Magic, Racing, Wheelchair, Children's Books, Humour, Funny, Family, Divorce, Inventions, Friendship, IllustrationsA girl in a wheelchair becomes a racer. Sadly, it sounded much more fun than I actually thought it was.

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Monday’s First Sentence ~ Becoming Dinah

Monday’s First Sentence ~ Becoming Dinah

Young Adult, Road Trip, Retelling, Moby Dick, Family,Becoming Dinah, Kit de Waal, Yellow, Girl, Raven
The nearest way for Dinah to get from New Bedford to the main road is down Tanners Lane, through the gate, over three fields, skirt the industrial estate where they make tyres, where the balck smoke stings her eyes and settles like soot on the trees, under the bridge and across the island.

Teaser Tuesday ~ Wayward Son

Teaser Tuesday ~ Wayward Son

Wayward Son, Blue, Wings, Suits, Roadtrip, Car, Road, Clouds, Rainbow Rowell, Young Adult, LGBT
“You slept through breakfast,” Simon says, “but it was awful.”
“Snow was very excited about continental breakfast,” Baz says.
“It’s not what you think.” Simon frowns. It’s not French stuff. It’s just really sad pastries and bad tea. Oh and you missed Baz eating a squirrel.”
“I didn’t eat the squirrel.”
“Oh, sorry, you drank it, and threw its little squirrel body in the ditch.”

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Rayne & Delilah’s Midnite Matinee

First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros ~ Rayne & Delilah’s Midnite Matinee


Here’s the thing with dreams – and I’m talking about the kind you have when you sleep, not the kind where you’re finally learning to surf when you’re fifty: they’re carefully tailored to the only audience who will ever see them, which is you. So I’m not big on telling people about my dreams for that reason.
That said, there’s this recurring dream I have. It comes around every couple of months or so, but I wish it were more often because it’s awesome, and when I wake up from it, I lie there for a few moments wishing I could reenter it. In this dream, I’m at a familiar place. Often it’s my grandma’s house.