The Friday 56 is hosted by Freda over at Freda's Voice. The rules are simple:
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56.
*Find any sentence that grabs you. (I cheat sometimes and put a little more than a sentence!)
*Add your post URL to the Link.
"She trotted rapidly out to the kitchen, holding an agitated conversation with herself as she went. And Grandma's nose had not lied. There was Hughie, his black brows bent downward into a solid line, concentrating on a series of sticky brown-paper bags before him,the contents of which he was measuring out into the washing-up basin." (p.56)