Turning The Page (#12)

Turning The Page is my event where I add the current page of the book I’m reading RIGHT NOW!! Exceptions of this is where the page gives away spoilers as I know how frustrating that can be…

Apple and RainThe book that I am currently reading is Apple and Rain by Sarah Crossan:

My copy was published in February 2015 by Bloomsbury Books. I’m currently on Page 169, so here it is:

‘Why’ve you got that freaky look on your face? Is your headache really bad?’ Del asks.

‘Put your stuff in your pockets. You can’t use the mermaid bag,’ I tell him. I take off down the corridor. ‘Now come on, Madame Moreau hates people being late!’ Del runs behind me.

‘Your nan was speaking to my mum. Told her you’d moved out. So, you won’t be back?’

‘It’s really not any of your business.’

‘Mum said your nan started crying. Mum says she misses you like mad.’ I stop outside Madame Moreau’s classroom. I’m panting from the run. I want to ask Del more about Nana. What exactly did she say to his mum? Why was she crying? For a second, my throat feels like somebody’s stoppered it up with a cork. My head thrums. Del holds me up.

‘You all right, Apple?’ he asks. I push him away.

‘Of course I am. I think my headache has turned into a migraine.’ The classroom door opens and Madame Moreau glowers at me. Behind her, the room is dark and French voices blare from the Smartboard.

‘Why are you chatting in the hallway and not sitting at a desk, Mademoiselle Apostolopoulou?’ she asks. She’s the only teacher who ever attempts to say my surname.

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Turning The Page (#11)

Turning The Page is my event where I add the current page of the book I’m reading RIGHT NOW!! Exceptions of this is where the page gives away spoilers as I know how frustrating that can be…

Feast of Fools by Rachel Caine

The book that I am currently reading is Feast of Fools by Rachel Caine:

My copy was published in 2009 by Allison & Busby. I’m currently on Page 30; here it is:

The lumpy gravy couldn’t be helped. They poured it into a gravy bowl and hoped for the best, then silently carried it out into the dining area, which was really a corner of the living room.

Claire was struck again, as she was at the oddest times, how the mood of the house could change at a moment’s notice. Not just the mood of the people in it – the house itself. Right now, it felt dark, cold and foreboding. Almost hostile. And yet all that dark emotion seemed directed at the intruding vampires. The house was worried, and on guard. The solid Victorian furniture crouched hunched and deformed, nothing warm or welcoming about it. Even the lights seemed dimmed, and Claire could feel something, almost a presence – the way she’d been able to sometimes sense Michael when he’d been trapped in the house as a ghost. The fine hair on her arms stood on end, and her skin pebbled into gooseflesh.

Claire set the eggs and bacon down on the wooden table and backed away. Nobody had asked her, Eve and Shane to take seats, although there were empty places at the table; she caught Eve’s eye and retreated back to the kitchen, grateful to escape. Michael stayed by the table, putting food on plates. Serving. There was a tight, pale set to his face and a cold fear in his eyes, and God, if Michael was panicking, there was definitely reason for a total freak-out…

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Turning The Page (#10)

Turning The Page is my event where I add the current page of the book I’m reading RIGHT NOW!! Exceptions of this is where the page gives away spoilers as I know how frustrating that can be…

The book that I’m currently reading is The Giver by Lois Lowry. 18812106

My copy was published by HarperCollins in 2014 . I’m currently on Page 156; Here it is:

“There are so many good memories,” the Giver reminded Jonas. And it was true. By now Jonas had experienced countless bits of happiness, things he had never known of before.

He had seen a birthday party, with one child singled out and celebrated on his day, so that now he understood the joy of being an individual, special and unique and proud.

He had visited museums and seen paintings filled with all the colours he could now recognize and name.

In one ecstatic memory, he had ridden a gleaming brown horse across a field that smelled of damp grass, and had dismounted beside a small stream by which both he and the horse drank cold, clear water. Now, he understood about animals; and in the moment that the horse turned from the stream and nudged Jonas’s shoulder affectionately with its head, he perceived the bonds between animal and human.

He had walked through woods, and sat at night beside a campfire. Although he had through the memories learned about the pain of loss and loneliness, now he had gained, too, an understanding of solitude and its joy.

“What is your favourite?” Jonas asked the Giver. “You don’t have to give it away yet,” he added quickly. “Just tell me about it, so I can look forward to it, because I’ll have to receive it when your job is done.”

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Turning The Page (#9)

Turning The Page is my event where I add the current page of the book I’m reading RIGHT NOW!! Exceptions of this is where the page gives away spoilers as I know how frustrating that can be…

The book that I’m currently reading is Playlist For A Broken Heart by Cathy Hopkins. My copy was published by Simon & Schuster in 2014. I’m currently on Page 115; Here it is:

I also realised that, apart from Sainted, the bands were current – which meant that the CD was probably not made too long ago. When Tasmin appeared, I was buzzing with energy. I found the page on my computer about Black Pearl’s gig on Friday and filled her in on what I’d discovered so far. ‘We have to go,’ she said as she read the page. ‘Looks like it might be some kind of music festival. They often have them there.’

‘Cool. And we already know that Mystery Boy likes the band, which is why he chose one of their tracks. Wow, Tasmin, he might be there at the gig.’

‘He might. But how are we supposed to recognize him?’ she asked.

I wasn’t going to be put off. I tapped the side of my nose. ‘Follow the clues.’

Tasmin laughed. ‘You haven’t changed at all,’ she said. ‘I remember when we were little, you used to love mystery games. Remember that Easter when Mum did an Easter egg hunt in the garden? We were about seven. You loved it and found the most. I was so jealous but you shared them with me.’ I vaguely remembered Tasmin with her face covered with chocolate. She was right, I did used to like playing hide and seek or any game that involved having to find someone or something.

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Turning The Page (#8)

Turning The Page is my event where I add the current page of the book I’m reading RIGHT NOW!! Exceptions of this is where the page gives away spoilers as I know how frustrating that can be…

The book that I’m currently reading is Briar Rose by Jana Oliver. My copy was published by Macmillan Books in 2013. I’m currently on Page 311; Here it is:

‘How bad is your leg?’ Reena asked.

‘Don’t know yet,’ Pat replied. ‘Not good, the way it’s feeling.’ They were keeping close to the buildings, skulking along, trying hard not to encounter any more wolves.

Reena came to a halt. ‘OK, I give up. I have no idea where we are.’

He was too weary to be angry. ‘I don’t either,’ he said. ‘Maybe we should find a rooftop and get some sleep. It’s too dangerous to be on the ground.’

‘All right, I can work with that. In the morning, we’ll try to get inside the castle. Maybe we can free Briar and Josh, and find this Ruric guy.’

‘Sounds good. Then we can kick that cold bitch off the throne. That would rock,’ Pat said.

‘Wait a minute,’ Reena said, turning towards him. ‘You were the one who said everything had to be about you. Now you want to go to war with the regent?’

‘Yeah, I do. This is totally personal now,’ he said. There was a creak of wood as the door opened behind them. Before either of them could utter a word, a beefy hand came down on each of their shoulders. With a swift tug, they were pulled inside the building and the door closed behind them. 

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Turning The Page (#7)

Turning The Page is my event where I add the current page of the book I’m reading RIGHT NOW!! Exceptions of this is where the page gives away spoilers as I know how frustrating that can be…

The book that I’m currently reading is Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell. My copy was published by Orion Books in 2012. I’m currently on Page 238. This first part of the page is Eleanor’s POV and Park talks first. Here it is:

‘Which is okay with me because I like you a lot more.’

‘But don’t you miss your other friends?’ she asked.

‘You’re not listening,’ he said.

‘Neither are you.’

He paused the tape, like he didn’t want to waste this song as background music. ‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘We’re talking about whether I miss Cal? I eat lunch with him almost every day.’

‘And he doesn’t mind that you spend the rest of your time with me now? None of your friends mind?’

Park ran his hand through his hair. ‘I still see them all at school… I don’t know, I don’t really miss them, I’ve never really missed anybody but you.’

‘But you don’t miss me now,’ she said. ‘We’re together all the time.’

‘Are you kidding? I miss you constantly.’ Even though Park washed his face as soon as he got home, the black around his eyes didn’t come off completely. It made everything he did lately seem more dramatic.

‘That’s crazy,’ she said.

Park started laughing. ‘I know…’ She wanted to tell him about Maisie and Ben and their days being numbered, etc, but he wouldn’t understand, and what did she expect him to do? Park pushed play. ‘What’s this song called?’ she asked.

‘Alison.’

Park:

Park played Elvis Costello for her – and Joe Jackson, and Jonathan Richman and the Modern Lovers. She teased him because it was all so pretty and melodic, and ‘in the same phylum as Hall & Oates,’ and he threatened to evict her from his room. When his mom came to check on them, they were sitting with a hundred cassette tapes between them, and as soon as she walked away, Park leaned over and kissed Eleanor.

Awww, that’s really cute… I can’t wait to finish this, although something tells me that my dream ending won’t happen…

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Turning The Page (#6)

Turning The Page is my event where I add the current page of the book I’m reading RIGHT NOW!! Exceptions of this is where the page gives away spoilers as I know how frustrating that can be…

The book that I’m currently reading is The Scorch Trials by James Dashner. My copy was published by Chicken House in 2011. I’m currently on Page 209, here it is:

At the very end of the alley, Thomas reached a wall of cracked and faded bricks, where four stairs led down to a scratched and worn wooden door. Just above the door, there was a tiny rectangle of a window, its glass missing. One broken shard still hung at the top, like a jagged tooth. Thomas could hear music playing, much louder now. It was intense and fast, the bass powerful, drums banging and guitars screaming. Mixed in were the sounds of people laughing and shouting and singing along. And none of it sounded very… sane. There was something creepy and disturbing about it. It looked like the Cranks didn’t just look for people’s noses to bite off, and it gave Thomas a very bad feeling – this noise had nothing to do with his friends.

“We better get out of here,” Thomas said.

“Ya think?” Brenda responded, standing right at his shoulder.

“Come on.” Thomas turned to go just as she did, but they both froze. Three people had appeared in the alley while they’d been distracted. Two men and one woman, now standing only a couple of metres away. Thomas’s stomach dropped as he quickly observed the new arrivals. Their clothes were tattered, their hair messy, their faces dirty. But when he looked closer he saw that they didn’t have any noticeable injuries, and their eyes showed glints of intelligence. Cranks, but not full-gone Cranks. “Hi there,” the woman said. She had long red hair pulled into a ponytail. Her shirt was cut so low that Thomas had to force himself to keep his eyes focused on hers. “Come to join our party? Lots of dancing. Lots of lovin’. Lots of booze.” There was an edge to her voice that made Thomas nervous. He didn’t know what it meant, but this lady wasn’t being nice. She was mocking them. “Um, no thanks,” Thomas said. “We, uh, we were just -” Brenda cut in. “Just trying to find our friends. We’re new here, just getting settled.”

Well, that’s a bit different. I wonder what actually happens next… Let me know what you think of the book or this page!

Turning The Page (#5)

Turning The Page is my event where I add the current page of the book I’m reading RIGHT NOW!! Exceptions of this is where the page gives away spoilers as I know how frustrating that can be…

The book that I’m currently reading is Going Back by Rachael English. It was published by Orion Books in 2013. I’m currently on Page 158, Here it is:

But they were still circling each other, weighing up each word for fear it should cause offence, and she couldn’t spend a day like that. What she needed was a little time to herself. Besides, her eyes remained swollen from the night before, and she didn’t want Dino thinking his son had gone downmarket. So, as gently as possible, Elizabeth had declined the invitation. ‘Next time, baby,’ she’d said. ‘I promise.’ The mid-September weather was less sunny and the nights carried a keener edge. But that Saturday afternoon had a mellow warmth, and the roof beckoned. She picked up her sleeping bag and a pile of Michelle’s supermarket magazines. Danny was reading one of her birthday presents, Bonfire of The Vanities. Only that morning she’d been about to ask how he was getting on, and had then checked herself. She didn’t want to make it sound like she was correcting his homework. That’s how wary she felt.

Danny suspected that a curse had been placed over his weekend. Driving home, he was furious with his father. Dino had got it into his head that they should sell the house on Emerald Street. ‘You’ll be moving on soon enough,’ he’d said. ‘And Regina will hardly want all that space.’ The way he told it, you would think they were living in a gilded mansion, rather than a three-bedroom house on a rickety old street. And, anyhow, what business was it of his? Danny had wanted to say all this and more. Instead he’d confined himself to a few non-committal nods. He couldn’t bear the thought of another row, especially with his father. To be honest, the man was looking old. He was ten years older than Regina which made him, what, sixty-three? These days that was nothing. Yet his dad, who Danny always pictured as big and vital, looked unreasonably tired. Withered, almost. Bellissa hadn’t been there which was a nuisance because he would have liked to have asked if things were OK. There had been no point in asking the old man. He would have huffed and puffed and still not told the truth. 

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Turning The Page (#4)

Turning The Page is my event where I add the current page of the book I’m reading RIGHT NOW!! Exceptions of this is where the page gives away spoilers as I know how frustrating that can be…

The book that I’m currently reading is Swans Are Fat Too by Michelle Granas. Michelle self-published this book in 2014, and I won it as a Goodreads giveaway. I’m currently on Page 74, here it is:

Hania, opening her eyes in the morning, thought that something had changed in the room, but she couldn’t think what at once. She blinked several times and looked around. The bed was holding together, sort of; the wooden armoire was there. That chair with the ripped upholstery and the lion’s head armrests – she remembered that from her childhood. She hadn’t noticed it before. Oh no, it must have been behind the stack of paintings. The paintings! The paintings were gone. She’d forgotten all about Ania coming. How could she have forgotten? She sat up abruptly. And the children wouldn’t even be up. She’d have to wait to find out what Ania had said. She dressed and went into the piano room. To her surprise, Maks was already there. He was intent on the keys, pressing them lightly so as not to make a sound. He was practising, she realised, and was touched. He seemed to be applying the same concentrated energy to the piano that he applied to thinking up mischief.

This book is currently really good. It’s really emotional and it’s just getting started! Let me know what you think of this…

Turning The Page (#3)

Turning The Page is my event where I add the current page of the book I’m reading RIGHT NOW!! Exceptions of this is where the page gives away spoilers as I know how frustrating that can be…

The book that I’m currently reading (or technically, about to start) is Divergent by Veronica Roth… The publisher is Harper Collins and I’m on Page 2… Here it is:

In my reflection, I see a narrow face, wide, round eyes and a long, thin nose – I still look like a little girl, though sometime in the last few months I turned sixteen. The other factions celebrate birthdays, but we don’t. It would be self-indulgent. “There,” she says when she pins the knot in place. Her eyes catch mine in the mirror. It is too late to look away, but instead of scolding me, she smiles at our reflection. Why doesn’t she reprimand me for staring at myself? “So today is the day,” she says.

“Yes,” I reply.

“Are you nervous?” I stare into my own eyes for a moment. Today is the day of the aptitude test that will show me which of the five factions I belong in. And tomorrow, at the Choosing Ceremony, I will decide on a faction: I will decide the rest of my life; I will decide to stay with my family or abandon them. “No,” I say. “The tests don’t have to change our choices.”

“Right.” She smiles. “Let’s go eat breakfast.”

“Thank you. For cutting my hair.” She kisses my cheek and slides the panel over the mirror. I think my mother could be beautiful, in a different world. Her body is thin beneath the gray robe. She has high cheekbones and long eyelashes, and when she lets her hair down at night, it hangs in waves over her shoulders. But she must hide that beauty in Abnegation.

I literally cannot wait to read this! I finally obtained a copy from Ceri and it looks stunning. After watching the movie, I was desperate to read the book. This is an amazing opening too! What do you think?