This is a weekly bloghop hosted by Freda’s Voice
Before I get into today’s entry, this is the 10th Anniversary of Freda’s Voice doing this here weekly meme. That is freakishly impressive in an ephemeral and inconsistent medium as blogs are. Many congratulations to Freda for that.
RULES:
Grab a book, any book.
Turn to Page 56 or 56% on your ereader. If you have to improvise, that is okay.
Find a snippet, short and sweet.
Post it

from page 56 of:

She was tall and leanly muscled. She flexed her long-fingered, manicured hands. Her father had said she was built for work—it had not been a compliment. Bran said she looked like a Valkyrie. She wasn’t sure if that was a compliment, either, though she didn’t think it displeased him.
But no amount of grooming, of cleaning, of polishing, could erase the gaunt woman she had been, more animal than human, with dirty hair so tangled they’d had to cut most of it off. She looked at her muscled forearms and saw instead how they had appeared when she’d been so thin that both bones had shown through the skin. Sleek, smooth nails polished glossy red seemed more unreal than the filthy nails broken down to the quick.
And the stupid part of that? As clear and as visceral as the vision of that haggard creature was, she couldn’t actually remember looking like that.
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that caught my eye this week. You’ve probably seen some/most/all of them, but just in case:
I tried to write a Norton Juster tribute after I heard about his death on this week, but it just didn’t work out. But it’s one of those deaths that hit me. The Phantom Tollbooth was formative for me in many ways, and I could (and have) pick it up and be completely satisified at point in my life. It’s like one of those movies you see flipping through the channels and you have to stop and watch.
I’d like to say hi and extend a warm welcome to 















That I’m Excited About and/or You’ll Probably See Here Soon:




