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Friday 56

Coming-Home-cover

This week’s Friday 56 comes from Holly Kerr‘s novel, Coming Home. It’s a scene between two sisters at 56% on my Kindle.

“I didn’t know what to say to her. All my life I had never known what to say to her, how to make her understand me, what I could say that wouldn’t frustrate her. I still didn’t know what to say. So I stood there in the room until the chill slowly disappeared.”

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*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
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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.
*Add your (url) post in Linky here. Add the post url, not your blog url.
*It’s that simple.

nightingale

I finished The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah about 5 this morning and near the end, I found today’s passage. I know it’s further than 56% but this one called out to me and I want to share it with you. It’s from 83% on my Kindle.

“I love you, Papa,” she said quietly, realizing how true it was, how true it had always been. Love had turned ito loss and she’d pushed it away, but somehow, impossibly, a bit of that love had remained. A girl’s love for her father. Immutble. Unbearable but unbreakable.

“How can you?”

She swallowed hard, saw that he had tears in his eyes.

“How can I not?”

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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.
*Add your (url) post in Linky here. Add the post url, not your blog url.
*It’s that simple.

No art work for this book today but I hope you like the quote from Arturo Islas: The Uncollected Works Edited by Frederick Luis Aldama. Arturo Islas was my favorite professor in college and a lot of my love of writing and even my writing voice I owe to him so I hope you enjoy this.

“In the first weeks of that first year you were gone, I awakened to unbearable feelings of loss, self-recrimination, emptiness, nothingness. There was no sense of time moving in that house where you and I had lived together for three years. In the darkness and intolerable silence of that empty space (empty? I was there, wasn’t I? I didn’t think so, I felt annihilated) I was even afraid of the light slowly creeping into my bedroom.”

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Friday 56

dreaming in cuban

“It’s hot as hell when I finally get off that bus. The sun is burning my scalp, so I duck into a luncheonette. Everything looks antiquated, like the five-and-dime counters in New York. They’re the best place to get a BLT , so that’s what I order here, with an orange soda.”

From page 57 (there’s no 56) in Dreaming In Cuban by Cristina Garcia.

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Rules:
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
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*Find any sentence, (or few, just don’t spoil it)
*Post it.
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The-House-on-Mango-Street-picture
“Your abuelito is dead, Papa says early one morning in my room. Esta muerto, and then as if he just heard the news himself, crumples like a coat and cries, my brave Papa cries. I have never seen my Papa cry and I don’t know what to do.”

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*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
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The Friday 56

BlessMeUltimaCover

“She thanked every saint she knew for her sons’ safe return from war. She read the letter over and over and cried on it. When my father got home he had to pry the letter from her hand. By then it was falling apart with her tears and the magic letters were stained and faded.”

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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.
*Add your (url) post below in Linky. Add the post url, not your blog url.
*It’s that simple.

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