The Friday 56 - Bury Me by Tara Sivec

Happy Friday! 

What does everyone have planned for the weekend? I have my fingers crossed for a quiet, reading filled one!! 

I'm actually pretty pleased with how much I managed to do this week and am feeling a little more productive with my blog after a week of almost no posts at all and I'm really happy to be doing another #Friday56 post after missing it last week. 

The Friday 56 is a weekly blog meme hosted by Freda’s Voice. There are only 4 rules:

• 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). 
• Post it.

The book I've chosen today is by one of my all-time favourite romance authors, but it's not a romance novel. It's an NA thriller, and it's fantastic and extremely underrated. 

This book seriously messed with my head, drove me all kinds of crazy and I'm still not over it even though I read it about a year ago!!

​Here's the Goodreads synopsis for Bury Me by Tara Sivec:

I hear screams in my head. 
I see blood on my hands. 
When I look in the mirror I see a stranger. 

How is it that I can remember bits and pieces of my life, but nothing of any importance and nothing that makes any sense? Everything is twisted and nothing is right. I’m choking with every breath I take, suffocating on the unknown. 

Two days ago, everything changed. Two days ago, the people I should trust the most became strangers in my convoluted head. The dreams I have can’t be real. The fleeting memories that whisper through my mind are scary and wrong…they have to be. If they aren’t, I have something much worse to fear than my fractured mind. I need to find out the truth, even if it destroys me. 

I've been told my name is Ravenna Duskin. I’m eighteen years old and I live in a prison…

I know, right? Even the synopsis gives me chills! Here's my chosen quote from page 56:

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Staring at the pristine pink room with the bed neatly made, I scream in frustration, stomp over to the covers and rip them from the bed. Before I went outside this morning, I found a dark blue comforter in the bathroom closet and remade my bed with something I found appealing, instead of something that disgusted me. My mother must have switched the blankets after I left to go on my walk. In a fit of rage, I crumple the pink comforter in my arms, open the window next to my bed, and toss it out into the air. Clutching onto the windowsill, I watch it flutter to the ground, landing in a heap in the grass two stories below, and wish I could follow right along with it.

Sorry about the longer than usual quote but I just feel that this section perfectly captures the turmoil of this character and how she's feeling. 

I love this book, it really blew me away and if you decide to read it, I hope you love it as much as I did, even as you question your own sanity at the end.