“When my landline rings at 2:00 a.m. on a Thursday morning, I know who’s at the other end of the line before I pick it up.” (Before I Let You Go by Kelly Rimmer)
At last! It’s the day we have all been waiting for, dear readers: the opening of the latest and greatest Trial of the Century, and I don’t mind telling you it’s as hot as blazes inside this undersized Connecticut courtroom.
“I placed my thumb and forefinger on the icy flesh, spreading it taut above the breastbone as Uncle had showed me.” (Stalking Jack the Ripper by Kerri Maniscalco)
Then every once in a while, he’d stop altogether and massage her with sensual touches that brought her right to the edge, but kept her from falling over.
El monstruo estaba a menos de una lengua de distancia, con los ojos clavados en nuestras gargantas y su cerebro marchito lleno de fantasias de asesinato.
This is my life: The alarm goes off at five-thirty with the murmuring of a public-radio announcer, telling me that there has been a coup in Chad, a tornado in Texas.
[June 19th, 1919] There’s likely some polished way of starting a story like this, a clever bit of gaming that’d sucker people in surer than the best banco feeler in town.
I had always suspected that there were dark and forbidding secrets in Wyndemere House, a nineteenth century Gothic Revival mansion that had been in the Davenport family for nearly eighty years. House Of Secrets by V.C. Andrews.
When my father finally died, he left the Redskins tickets to my brother, the house on Shepard Street to my sister, and the house on the Vineyard to me.
It was the mustache that reminded me I was no longer in England: a solid, gray millipede firmly obscuring the man’s upper lip; a Village People mustache, a cowboy mustache, the miniature head of a broom that meant business.
“The evening began at six-thirty, but Steve Bannon, suddenly among the world’s most powerful men and now less and less mindful of time constraints, was late.” – Fire and Fury
At half past six on the twenty-first of June 1922, when Count Alexander Ilyich Rostov was escorted through the gates of the Kremlin onto Red Square, it was glorious and cool .
“When my landline rings at 2:00 a.m. on a Thursday morning, I know who’s at the other end of the line before I pick it up.” (Before I Let You Go by Kelly Rimmer)
I should have known when first I climbed that broad, creaking staircase.
“One could imagine he was arriving at a GQ photo shoot, judging by his smooth, strong and confident entrance.’
“You’ve been here before.”
At last! It’s the day we have all been waiting for, dear readers: the opening of the latest and greatest Trial of the Century, and I don’t mind telling you it’s as hot as blazes inside this undersized Connecticut courtroom.
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.
“Share the opening line of your current read..,”
I’m pissed. Phase four thousand, three hundred and eighty-nine of the refurb is going to shit.
“Things die. But they don’t always stay dead”
What book is that…it is intriguing!
Yes, I want to know as well!
Frost bite. It’s book 2 in the vampire academy series ?
Thank you
“If you reach the camp before me, I’ll let you live”.
That sounds very sinister – what book is it?
Never Never by James Patterson
Dennis Fegan woke up with a start.
“All through those years of war,the bread tasted of humiliation. “
At the insistence of my stepmother Cesaria Barbarossa the house in which I presently sit was built so that it faces Southeast.
My lady’s wife’s favorite theory my father said
“On the mega screen bloody murder played out in a classic black and white for an audience of one hundred and seven.”
Same ?
Later he told me he’d been afraid to show me his painting.
“Darkness had forever been part of her life.”
We slept in what had once been the gymnasium.
omg. why do I know this….
Handmaid’s Tale – rereading since it’s been MANY years since I read it. ??
It’s a funny thing about mothers and fathers.
“I placed my thumb and forefinger on the icy flesh, spreading it taut above the breastbone as Uncle had showed me.” (Stalking Jack the Ripper by Kerri Maniscalco)
Great series!
Children have always tumbled down rabbit holes, fallen through mirrors, been swept away by unseasonal floods or carried off by tornadoes.
When you first wake up in a dark wooden box you’ll tell yourself this isn’t happening!
What book is this?
@Ava
I’m only half way threw. But so far….it’s hard to put down
I’ll check it out, it sounds very interesting!
@Ava it’s really good and disturbing lol
Good reads has the first 4 pages as a preview And you will be sold in the first 4 pages I promise.
My kind of book!
@Ava Me too!
Ok, great I’ll check it out on goodreads
Mr Linder? That milquetoast?
That spring, rain fell in great sweeping gusts that rattled the rooftops.
When I think of my wife, I always think of her head.
I know that one. Is it Gillian Flynn?
Yes … ive just finished …… Gone Girl…..
The swimmers have finished their races and are basking in the sun.
Scrolling down a sheet of e-paper Trent attempted to look up a new client’s information from the comfort of his office.
Fergus felt her eyes following him as he leaned into the boulder covering his position.
If I hadn’t been desperate for a job and a new place to live, I might have made a run for it as soon as I got a good look at tthat sour face.
That sounds so familiar. I think I just recently read that….???
The Christie Curse by Victo.ria Abbott
The villagers of Little Hangleton still called it ‘the Riddle House’, even though it had been many years since the Riddle family had lived there.
The lights of the Flip Side Pancake House shone like warm beacons in the dreary darkness of the foggy March morning.
It was a dark and stormy night.
You’re either reading Peanuts or Paul Clifford.
Snoopy is about my reading level, i did read two books by Faye Kellerman and three by Margaret Truman this week.
Ahhh a mystery and crime lover! That’s my favorite genre as well. I’m a particular fan of Tess Gerritsen, Kathy Reichs and Sue Grafton.
A summer day in New Jersey.
It was the day the snow came.
The small boys came early to the hanging.
Any other day, the shrill alarm would ring at four-thirty and I would dress in cool darkness and start the day’s baking for the store.
In the eyes of others, we’re often not who we imagine ourselves to be.
That sounds familiar – which book is it?
Heidi M Fischer What She Knew by Gilly Macmillan (Her first book) Great so far!!!
Thank you, I thought I had read it somewhere before. Great book, loved it!
I first noticed i was missing on a Thursday
What book?
@Becky Calling Invisible Women by Jeanne Ray
@Michelle thanks!
@Becky welcome
I can’t feel the icy concrete under me or the snow settling over me.
Which book?
After We Collided by Anna Todd. great series if you love a good drama
This cowboy was too young to die!
Most of us have made decisions that we wish we could go back and change.
Very true!
On the sixth of April,in the year 1812-
I didn’t even make it home for Dad’s funeral, which sucked enough without everything that came after.
Ann Gabler was some woman.
Malorie stands in the kitchen, thinking.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
One night I was sitting on the bed in my hotel room on Bunker Hill, down in the very middle of Los Angeles.
Then every once in a while, he’d stop altogether and massage her with sensual touches that brought her right to the edge, but kept her from falling over.
They used to be called the Firefly Lane girls.
On the mega screen bloody murder played out in classic black and white for an audience of one hundred and seven.
The setting sun blazed through the African bush like a forest fire, hot yellow in the sweltering evening that gathered over the bush camp.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
?
I could not hold my breath for seven minutes.
El monstruo estaba a menos de una lengua de distancia, con los ojos clavados en nuestras gargantas y su cerebro marchito lleno de fantasias de asesinato.
Her husband’s almost home. He’ll catch her this time.
The Woman in the Window?
@Heidi yes just started reading it in the morning
I loved that book! One of may favourites this year so far 🙂
I like to think I know what death is. I like to think that it’s something I could look at straight.
This is my life: The alarm goes off at five-thirty with the murmuring of a public-radio announcer, telling me that there has been a coup in Chad, a tornado in Texas.
From the depth of winter comes new life
Detective Micheal Ormewood listened to the football game on the radio as he drove down DeKalb Avenue toward Grady Homes.
Love that author !!
Me too!
The sun crested a distant mountain range and shone upon suburban rooftops that had chimneys, television antennas, and lost model airplanes.
I’m pretty much fucked.
Lol. What’s this?
The Martian 🙂
Oh I should have known that
A secret is a strange thing.
[June 19th, 1919] There’s likely some polished way of starting a story like this, a clever bit of gaming that’d sucker people in surer than the best banco feeler in town.
I had always suspected that there were dark and forbidding secrets in Wyndemere House, a nineteenth century Gothic Revival mansion that had been in the Davenport family for nearly eighty years. House Of Secrets by V.C. Andrews.
Agh agh agh I read half of her book ‘dolls in the attack’ and threw it down in disgust and couldn’t read any further! What’s her other books like?
I just started it & I like it so far. I haven’t read any of her others books.I will see after this book if I read any more of hers.
An unexpected gust of wind blew from the direction of the mauve haze that hid the shore.
When my father finally died, he left the Redskins tickets to my brother, the house on Shepard Street to my sister, and the house on the Vineyard to me.
The family of Dashwood had long been settled in Sussex.
It was the mustache that reminded me I was no longer in England: a solid, gray millipede firmly obscuring the man’s upper lip; a Village People mustache, a cowboy mustache, the miniature head of a broom that meant business.
hhmm…no one has tried to guess mine yet 😉
This game is FUN!!! It could really get you hooked on some cool books(that you may or may not have thought to read).
Yes it’s amazing how an opening line can suck you in immediately!
Laboratory animal medicine encompasses the knowledge and skill required to provide care for laboratory animals.
A bottle of wine.
“The evening began at six-thirty, but Steve Bannon, suddenly among the world’s most powerful men and now less and less mindful of time constraints, was late.” – Fire and Fury
It isn’t the rumbling of the trucks that seizes Manfred Bernardo’s attention; it is the silence that falls when their ignitions die.
At half past six on the twenty-first of June 1922, when Count Alexander Ilyich Rostov was escorted through the gates of the Kremlin onto Red Square, it was glorious and cool .
“Vera swam slowly. An elderly man with a bathing hat pulled like a fully stretched condom over his head went past her.”
Shadow of Forever (Eaters of the Light Book 2) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072S5F5XY/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_TU2EAbTKNKW9B
Which current read? I have 9…
The 3rd one
The sea was a path direct from Old to New England, from Babylon to Zion.
Yeah. I do that too.
When Ross MacLeod pulled the trigger and brought down the pheasant, he had no way of knowing he’d killed himself and billions of others..
? How so ? Very intriguing!
Year One by Nora Roberts
@Heidi here’s pics of the blurb
It’s really good!
Thank you – this thread has made my tbr list much bigger!
Welcome ?
I hear a child’s footsteps running through the deep sand.
In the oppressive darkness we hear the sound of a typewriter’s keys being punched.
Imagine a ruin so strange it must never have happened.
You think you know about pain?
Ominous!
THE GIRL NEXT DOOR by Jack Ketchum
It was horrifying.
@Kirsten thank you, must look that one up!
An East wind blew through his tangled hair, as soft and fragrant as cersei’s fingers.
Today is going to be a great day.
“Once upon a time… is the way most legends begin, and the phrase usually ushers in the world of magic.
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. (Jane Eyre).
Such a great book!??
My all time favorite! I’m rereading it!
The atmosphere was dark and heavy, cloying sweetness of exotic, honey-laden flowers.
“Nadia blinked.” THE JUNGLE, by Mark Dawson (John Milton book #9).