So I have been following the lovely THE CANDID COVER for a bit. And She has come up with a great idea (which I, will join her in)of combining 2 book memes together. Which let me tell you it’s a great idea and saves a whole bunch time. She’s so smart and is absolutely charming and you all must visit her.
The Two memes I will feature on Friday’s will be none other than Book Beginnings, a book meme hosted by Rose City Reader where participants share the first sentence (or so) of the book, along with initial thoughts about the sentence, impressions of the book, or anything else the opener inspires. And The Friday 56, hosted by Freda’s Voice, and the rules are quite simple: Grab a book, any book, and turn to page 56 or 56% on your e-reader. Find any non-spoiler sentence(s) and post. You can also link up your post on Freda’s Voice blog so others can visit you as well. Hope you enjoy!
This week’s book:
Of course I want to be like them. They’re beautiful as blades forged in some divine fire. They will live forever.
And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest. I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.
Jude was seven years old when her parents were murdered and she and her two sisters were stolen away to live in the treacherous High Court of Faerie. Ten years later, Jude wants nothing more than to belong there, despite her mortality. But many of the fey despise humans. Especially Prince Cardan, the youngest and wickedest son of the High King.
To win a place at the Court, she must defy him–and face the consequences.
In doing so, she becomes embroiled in palace intrigues and deceptions, discovering her own capacity for bloodshed. But as civil war threatens to drown the Courts of Faerie in violence, Jude will need to risk her life in a dangerous alliance to save her sisters, and Faerie itself.
On a drowsy Sunday Afternoon, a man in a long dark coat hesitated in front of a house on a tree-lined street.
The Friday 56:
I climb onto my ragwort steed and warp my hands around the creature’s neck. There is always a moment when it begins to move that I can’t help grinning. There is something about the sheer impossibility of it, the magnificence of the woods streaking by and the way ragwort hooves kick up gravel as they leap up into the air, that gives me an electric rush of pure adrenaline.
YOU ALL MUST PICK THIS BABY UP!😍 IM TELLING YOU!😆 YOU’LL THANK ME LATER!😘😊