There is no specific age when you should start reading novels. Some children develop an interest in reading at a young age, while others may not discover a love for reading until later in life. It is important to encourage children to read at a young age to promote literacy and cognitive development, but it is also never too late to start reading novels as an adult. The open passenger-side window suddenly felt less like an inconvenience and more like a chink in the Volvo’s armor. The best time to read a book depends on your personal schedule and preferences. Here are some suggestions: I pushed the memory of their grinning masks away. We could both breathe again. We now had some kind of shelter—and even water if we got desperate enough to risk drinking from the river. Tish would realize we were missing in the morning and send help. There was no need to think past the morning. We just had to sit tight. Was she dead? “Please, no,” I whimpered, straining to hear her breathing. I couldn’t stop myself from coughing violently again.

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Laura shot me a look. “Liv, everything is okay. Even if it is the same car, it’s fine. If they took this turnoff, they’re definitely on their way to the bonfire. Maybe it’s a couple that decided to mess around on the side of the road for a while.” She grinned then cranked down the driver’s side window, signaling for the other vehicle to pass us. Leaning as far as I could next to her on the driver’s side, I cleared my throat and tried to make my voice carry over the wind, too. “Help, we need help!”I couldn’t tell if Deep Voice was pleased or upset by the discovery that there was no blood in the Volvo. My skin crawled with anger as I remembered the feel of his hands in my hair, grabbing and tearing. Laura leaned next to my ear as if to whisper, but when the men spoke again, she froze. I shook my head, already second-guessing what I’d seen. “I—I couldn’t tell very much, but I really think we should turn around. There’s two guys. Neither one of them would look at me, and they were both wearing hoodies pulled all the way up over their—” This is the second book that I have read by this author and I have realized that she’s just not for me. I really wanted to like this book but it took everything in me to not DNF it and keep reading it. The only reason I did was because I wanted to know why they kidnapped Laura and Olivia. Who is it?” she asked, keeping her eyes glued to the road as we approached the next curve. “They’re going to get plastered if they stay in the left lane and someone comes around that bend,” she added lightly, as if that might be a favorable outcome. I’m good,” I insisted more gruffly than I intended, avoiding her eyes. I could deal with jokes about my red-alert texts and travel pouch and rape whistle. But any hint of sympathy for the underbelly of my social anxiety … not so much.

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Time seemed to expand as our vehicles approached one another and Laura leaned farther out the window, causing the Volvo to wobble violently in our lane. For a moment, before Laura could correct our path, we veered over the centerline, toward the Suburban. Each step was agonizingly slow as I felt for the right foothold that would keep us both on balance. “Just one more step,” I murmured again and again, unsure whether she could even hear me as we kept moving. But each time I took another step, she followed behind. I pictured the smiling, sun-kissed boy I’d seen on Tish’s Facebook profile, wearing a Band of Horses T-shirt. He was incredibly good-looking. I’m fine,” I insisted, even as my stomach lurched dangerously. I inhaled slowly through my nose to stave off the nausea. “But—” Why would I hate you?” I asked incredulously, pausing my search for the phone to glance behind us, scanning the shadowy hills for any sign of approaching headlights. There was nothing.I forced myself to slow down, methodically feeling the nasty carpet under my feet, even underneath Laura’s feet, crouching and then carefully reaching past her, running my hands along the dirty driver’s side.

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Disclaimer: maybe everyone else will find this to be vanilla and not edge of your seat so don’t take my sole word as gospel HOWEVER I personally was captivated by the chase, the tension and the terror. If you are a fan of Sara Ennis and her Dollhouse series this one might be for you - the writing style is very similar and it just felt so easy to read. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination. I pressed two fingers gently against her throat. She suddenly groaned, rolling away from me onto the inflated portion of the airbag. My shoulders slumped with relief, and I shifted to a kneeling position on the passenger seat. When I brushed the pale strands of hair away from her face, she mumbled something.

I dragged you out here tonight, even though you had to work, and then I didn’t listen to you. You knew something was wrong, and I kept telling you everything was fine.” Before I could settle on a way to strike, his other hand snaked into the car. It grabbed hold of my short hair, digging into my scalp. He gripped and twisted with one hand while pulling the floppy seatbelt over my shoulder with the other. The nervous fizz deep in my stomach remained wary. I leaned out the open window a little and followed the smoky trail of the Milky Way until it disappeared behind the hillside looming to our right. The sounds of night creatures worrying among themselves took center stage in the quiet night as the Volvo slowly chugged up the incline.

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Laura let go of the wheel with one hand to rap on the plastic of the dash. The sound stopped. “I think there might be something living in that hole, gnawing on the wires,” she said, then shrugged as if she’d just made a comment about the weather. “Sometimes I hear that same scurrying sound while I drive. Tish said she does too. It’s probably a mouse.” WOW!!! I will be honest (as I always am) I was expecting this to let me down hard. I loved the sound of it but I thought, yep I’ll get approved and it will be dud city!!! Was I wrong about that!!! This book kept me up late, made me tired for work and I felt like my entire body was poised ready to pounce at every turn. I rolled my eyes. “I hate that name. Do we have to call it that? There’s no coffin. Just muddy water and beer cans.” There’s nowhere to pull over,” I mumbled, wishing I’d gone to the library with Tish instead of “putting myself out there” tonight. “And this is definitely a no-passing zone.” The isolated two-lane rural highway made me nervous, even in the daytime. Ultimately, the lesson you take away from a novel will depend on your own interpretation and the specific book you read. However, the act of reading itself can promote critical thinking, empathy, and personal growth, which can have a positive impact on your life beyond the lessons of any one particular novel.Ziggy,” which I now knew was short for “Zachariah,” was the supremely awkward humanities TA who stared at me during class. Laura and I had found his Facebook profile one night and learned, to our horror and delight, that he was a member of the Pen and Quill Society: a LARPing group on campus. Ziggy was a “mage”: which Laura and I had to Google. It meant he was some kind of magician. For a moment, I couldn’t speak past the lump in my throat. I leaned forward and touched her arm, wanting to throw my arms around her but too afraid to touch her. “You’re okay?” I finally choked out. She let go of the lap bar with one hand to link one arm through mine, anchoring me tight beside her. “I’ve got you, Liv,” she said simply. I tried again and again. This time the call would connect. Dispatch would answer. Someone would find us and help us. I rehearsed what I would say when they answered. When. Why aren’t they passing?” I demanded, even while I scolded myself for overreacting. I didn’t trust my anxious brain to correctly identify a real threat. It had steered me wrong way too many times.