Grab a book, any book.
Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
Find a sentence (or few) that grabs you.
Post it. (Try to avoid spoilers)
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This week I am still reading Castle In The Air by Diana Wynne Jones. I’ve not had much time to read so I’ve been devouring a chapter each night. It’s been really difficult to put this book down at the end of each chapter since they are well-written and leave you wanting to know more. So my 56 is taken from page 156 of this magical book.
If you want to find out more about this book or series, here is its page on Goodreads.
Far to the south of the land of Ingary, in the Sultanates of Rashpuht, a young carpet merchant called Abdullah lived in the city of Zanzib. As merchants go, he was not rich. His father had been disappointed in him and, when he died, he had only left Abdullah just enough money to buy and stock a modest booth in the north-west corner of the Bazaar. The rest of his father’s money, and the large carpet emporium in the centre of the Bazaar, had all gone to the relatives of his father’s first wife.
Abdullah had never been told why his father was disappointed in him. A prophecy made at Abdullah’s birth had something to do with it.
On the way back to the haystack that third morning, he tried to work out just why he was feeling increasingly bad tempered and put-upon. It was not just that he was stiff and tired and damp all the time. It was not just that he seemed to spend such a lot of time running errands for the soldier’s cats – though that had something to do with it. Some of it was Midnight’s fault. Abdullah knew he ought to be grateful to her for defending them from the constables. He was grateful, but he still did not get on with Midnight.