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Top 6 Books July 2019

Top 6 Books July 2019

Morning all,

Witches Unwelcome, Red Cover, Hotel Flamingo, Yellow, Green, Xxxholic, Manga, Colourful , Children's Books

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Review for Witches (Un)welcome

Review for Witches (Un)welcome

Witches (Un)welcome, Children's books, magic, witches, red cover, red hair, kaye umanskyThe witches came in all shaped and sizes. Some looked cheerful and expectant. Some looked fierce and determined. Some chattered to their neighbours, some didn’t. Some were all dressed up, and some were a total mess and clearly didn’t care. All were armed with a variety of serious-looking shopping bags.

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Teaser Tuesday ~ Witches (Un)welcome

Teaser Tuesday ~ Witches (Un)welcome

Witches (Un)welcome, Children's books, magic, witches, red cover, red hair, kaye umansky
I had random.org select a page, it decided on 91, since that was an illustration I added +1 on the page number.

But even as she worried about the Spellatron 3000’s failing magic, she felt in her element behind the counter. She would never admit it to her dad, but it ws more fun working a shop that sold speels rather than screws. There were pink sparks and rains of little blue stars. Things fizzled and twinkled and went off with a bang. There were strange smells.

Teaser Tuesday ~ King Flashypants and the Boo-Hoo Witches

Teaser Tuesday ~ King Flashypants and the Boo-Hoo Witches


I had my fiance pick a page today and he picked (after a long time thinking) page 103.

“We’re not just the best at singing! We are the best at being funny! Ha ha ha!” said the broad-chested merman, stopping for a moment to shave around his belly button.

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Waking Forest

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Waking Forest


Let’s start with the Witch in the Woods.
Only children could find her, the Witch, led by foxes faintly glowing in the darkness between sleeping and waking. Together they traveled through dreamland until they came to an archway like an eye half open, big enough only to crawl through.
Beneath the stars, the moon a bouquet of blue-violet bruises, the Witch lived in a castle with turrets of unnaturally thick tree trunks and broad walls of entwined branches and leaves, the battlements formed by the oversize molars of some unfathomable animal. The crisscrossed bones of the portcullis gleamed in the milky midnight light as the drawbridge of melded cloven hooves lowered over rushing river.