Hosted by Freda's Voice.
Rules: *Grab a book, any book. *Turn to page 56. *Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it) that grabs you. *Post it *Add your (url) post in the Linky on Freda's blog post.
My Friday 56:
"Maybe his words sounded good, but the layers beneath them dripped with unsaid meaning."
-Wildflowers from winter by Katie Ganshert