4.30.2021

the friday 56


Rules: 

*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 The Lost Apothecary 


From page 39:

Her look darkened, and in that moment I sensed that, despite the youthfulness and buoyancy she had demonstrated thus far, she did indeed understand the gravity of what she meant to do.  "Thank you, Miss, ah __"

"Nella," I said.  "Nella Clavinger.  And what is his name?"

"Thompson Amwell," she said confidently.  "Of Warwick Lane, near the cathedral."  She lifted up the jar to ensure the eggs were properly nestled within, but then she frowned.  "A bear," she observed gazing at the small image etched onto the jar.  My mother had decided upon the bear etching long ago, as there were countless Back Alleys in London, but only ours ran next to a Bear Alley.  The little etching on the jar was harmless enough, and recognized only by those who needed to know.

2 comments:

  1. I love the look and sound of that! Thanks for sharing. :)

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  2. This is one I'd like to read! Happy weekend!

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