Friday finds is a meme hosted by MizB at Should Be Reading which showcases the books you've recently ‘found’ and added to your To Be Read (TBR) list.
Our Endless Numbered Days byClaire Fuller
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1976: Peggy Hillcoat is eight. She spends her summer camping with her father, playing her beloved record of The Railway Children and listening to her mother's grand piano, but her pretty life is about to change. Her survivalist father, who has been stockpiling provisions for the end which is surely coming soon, takes her from London to a cabin in a remote European forest. There he tells Peggy the rest of the world has disappeared. And so her life is reduced to a piano which makes music but no sound, a forest where all that grows is a means of survival. And a tiny wooden hut that is Everything. Peggy is not seen again for another nine years. 1985: Peggy has returned to the family home. But what happened to her in the forest? And why has she come back now?
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1976: Peggy Hillcoat is eight. She spends her summer camping with her father, playing her beloved record of The Railway Children and listening to her mother's grand piano, but her pretty life is about to change. Her survivalist father, who has been stockpiling provisions for the end which is surely coming soon, takes her from London to a cabin in a remote European forest. There he tells Peggy the rest of the world has disappeared. And so her life is reduced to a piano which makes music but no sound, a forest where all that grows is a means of survival. And a tiny wooden hut that is Everything. Peggy is not seen again for another nine years. 1985: Peggy has returned to the family home. But what happened to her in the forest? And why has she come back now?
The Story Of Jane Doe by R. A. Budden
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I look into the mirror and wonder who is looking back at me. The flashbacks have given me no clue as to what type of woman I am. Am I a killer? Am I a victim? Am I both? I just don't know. I am at a loss of what to do. I take a deep breath and turn away from the haunting image in the mirror and look down at the street below. People walking with a purpose in life—I wonder where they are going. Home to a loved one? Home to their children? I have no loved one; I have no family. I just have myself, someone I don't even know. I turn around and look at the little apartment I now call home. I have a sofa, a TV, and a coffee table.No pictures hang on my wall, no trinkets or memorabilia scatter the apartment, no memories of good times. Not much of a home. I put my head in my hands to try to will myself to remember something, to remember anything, to remember laughter, to remember love, to remember family. I come up blank. There is nothing. There are no memories of laughter, no memories of love, and no memories of a family. No good memories at all. I have no identity; I have no family. I only have a name. A name the hospital gave me. JANE DOE.
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I look into the mirror and wonder who is looking back at me. The flashbacks have given me no clue as to what type of woman I am. Am I a killer? Am I a victim? Am I both? I just don't know. I am at a loss of what to do. I take a deep breath and turn away from the haunting image in the mirror and look down at the street below. People walking with a purpose in life—I wonder where they are going. Home to a loved one? Home to their children? I have no loved one; I have no family. I just have myself, someone I don't even know. I turn around and look at the little apartment I now call home. I have a sofa, a TV, and a coffee table.No pictures hang on my wall, no trinkets or memorabilia scatter the apartment, no memories of good times. Not much of a home. I put my head in my hands to try to will myself to remember something, to remember anything, to remember laughter, to remember love, to remember family. I come up blank. There is nothing. There are no memories of laughter, no memories of love, and no memories of a family. No good memories at all. I have no identity; I have no family. I only have a name. A name the hospital gave me. JANE DOE.
Boost by D. A. Paul
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They call it a boost. It’s the buzz you get from absorbing the spiritual energy of the dead, and it absolutely terrifies Lidia Powell. Shortly after meeting Ander at summer camp, Lidia is thrust into the world of psychic mediums and brought to a new school. At Mountain Heights Academy, even a casual pizza-date is accompanied by a ghost, and only a frightened uberdork would refuse the boost. To Lidia, the peer pressure to absorb phantom apparitions is horrifying, but to everyone else, it's the drug of choice. However, when one of the students delves into dark energy, Lidia suspects that a boost isn’t as innocent as it seems. Soon, the boost becomes an addiction and Lidia must act fast before the changes become irreversible.
Description:
They call it a boost. It’s the buzz you get from absorbing the spiritual energy of the dead, and it absolutely terrifies Lidia Powell. Shortly after meeting Ander at summer camp, Lidia is thrust into the world of psychic mediums and brought to a new school. At Mountain Heights Academy, even a casual pizza-date is accompanied by a ghost, and only a frightened uberdork would refuse the boost. To Lidia, the peer pressure to absorb phantom apparitions is horrifying, but to everyone else, it's the drug of choice. However, when one of the students delves into dark energy, Lidia suspects that a boost isn’t as innocent as it seems. Soon, the boost becomes an addiction and Lidia must act fast before the changes become irreversible.
The Sculptor by Scott McCloud
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David Smith is giving his life for his art—literally. Thanks to a deal with Death, the young sculptor gets his childhood wish: to sculpt anything he can imagine with his bare hands. But now that he only has 200 days to live, deciding what to create is harder than he thought, and discovering the love of his life at the 11th hour isn't making it any easier! This is a story of desire taken to the edge of reason and beyond; of the frantic, clumsy dance steps of young love; and a gorgeous, street-level portrait of the world's greatest city. It's about the small, warm, human moments of everyday life…and the great surging forces that lie just under the surface. Scott McCloud wrote the book on how comics work; now he vaults into great fiction with a breathtaking, funny, and unforgettable new work.
Description:
David Smith is giving his life for his art—literally. Thanks to a deal with Death, the young sculptor gets his childhood wish: to sculpt anything he can imagine with his bare hands. But now that he only has 200 days to live, deciding what to create is harder than he thought, and discovering the love of his life at the 11th hour isn't making it any easier! This is a story of desire taken to the edge of reason and beyond; of the frantic, clumsy dance steps of young love; and a gorgeous, street-level portrait of the world's greatest city. It's about the small, warm, human moments of everyday life…and the great surging forces that lie just under the surface. Scott McCloud wrote the book on how comics work; now he vaults into great fiction with a breathtaking, funny, and unforgettable new work.
