the friday 56

The Friday 56

*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
(If you have to improvise, that's ok.)
*Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it)
*Post it.

I'm reading Every Last Lie.

From approximately 56 minutes in:

The grief comes at me in many ways: I spend my mornings in sadness, my evenings in melancholy; in private I cry. I can't bring myself to confess to Maisie why Nick isn't here. And so I've taken to lying. To telling the girl who stands before me with pining eyes that her father has run out, that he's on an errand.


fredamans said...

OMG how tragic!!! I bet this is a good one! Happy weekend!

Jo-Ann said...

I love Mary Kubica! She is an amazing writer. I've been wanting to read this one.