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I have an occasional post called "Cover Coincidence" in which I share covers that are eerily similar, or in one case, identical. This week, I picked up two books that I need to review to peruse and found that their first lines are quite similar.
The Curse of the Were-Hyena by Bruce Hale. A Monstertown Mystery series, book 1. 204 p. Disney/ Hyperion, July, 2016. 9781484713259.
Publisher synopsis: What do you do when your favorite teacher starts turning into a were-hyena?
First Line: Monsters are all around us. The thing under the bed that kept you up, spooked and sleepless, in first grade? Totally real.
Page 56: After we served our detention, Benny busted out his amazing skills of persuasion. Somehow, he sweet-talked his mom into dropping us at the comics store while she took the chickens and the rest of our gear home. (For the record, my mom would never do something like that unless my little sister, Veronica, was involved. She believes in teaching self-reliance-to boys, anyway.)
Curse of the Boggin by D.J. MacHale. The Library series, book 1. Random House Children's Books, September 6, 2016. 9781101932544.
Publisher synopsis: There’s a place beyond this world, beyond the land of the living, where ghosts go to write their unfinished stories—stories that ended too soon. It’s a place for unexplained phenomena: mysteries that have never been solved, spirits that have never been laid to rest. And there’s only one way in or out.
First Line: It was under the bed.
Parent always tell their children there's nothing scary down there, or lurking in the deep depths of a closet, or hiding low in dark shadows. That's what parents always say, and they're right.
Most of the time.
Page 56: I hesitated. What if Mrs. Swenor was actually there? What would I say to her? She wasn't going to feel like talking to a crazy kid about her husband's ghost. I actually took a step back, ready to run the heck out of there, but forced myself to stop. The fear of not knowing why I was being haunted was even scarier than facing a sad lady.
Funny coincidence, huh?