This is a weekly meme hosted by Freda’s Voice
The Friday 56
I decided it would be fun to take part in another weekly meme! This time it’s the Friday 56, which looks like fun and a great way to be part of the bookish community!
The rules are as follows:
- Grab a book, any book
- Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
- Find any sentence (or a few, just don’t spoil it) that grabs you
- Post it
- Add your URL post in the link on Freda’s most recent Friday 56 post
It’s been a long time since I did a Friday 56 post but I just had to share a snippet of this vintage young adult classic. I was a huge Pike fan as a teenager and I guess I never really grew out of his books! 😉
The Midnight Club by Christopher Pike
Rotterham Home was a hospice for young people, a place where teenagers with terminal illness went to die. Nobody who checked in ever checked out. It was a place of pain and sorrow, but also, remarkably, a place of humour and adventure. At the hospice was a group of five young men and women who called themselves the Midnight Club. Every night at twelve they met and told each other stories – tales of intrigue and horror, of life and death. True stories, made-up stories, and stories that fell somewhere in between.
But one night, in the middle of a particularly scary story, these five people make a pact with each other that says that the first one of them who dies is to make every effort to contact the others – from beyond the grave.
Then one of them does die. And the story begins. The most wonderful story. The most horrible.
“Well?” Spence said finally. “Don’t tell us you don’t know what happens next.”
“I do know,” Anya said reluctantly, her face oddly serious.
“Tell us, for God’s sake,” Ilonka said, totally enthralled.
Anya allowed a faint smile. “Since this is a story about deals with the devil, Ilonka, I find your choice of words ironic.”