Friday, April 1, 2011

Friday 56...Wither (52)




The book today: Wither by Lauren DeStefano


The grief of my father's loss is so sudden that my knees nearly buckle under the weight of it; I force tears back down my throat, past the lump that's forming there.



The Rules:

* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.
* Post a link along with your post back to this blog.
* Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.






2 comments:

  1. Pg. 56, "Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea." by Chelsea Handler

    The officer was a pretty black woman who didn't appear nearly as annoyed with me, as everyone else seemed to be. "Well, someone needs to post your bail, and then we will be notified, and you'll be released."

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  2. I want to read this one!

    Thanks for participating!

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