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The Strange Journal of the Boy Henry - Books 1 and 2 S. Alini

The Strange Journal of the Boy Henry - Books 1 and 2

S. Alini

Published May 7th 2012
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Kindle Edition
298 pages
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An eleven year old boy wakes up in a bedroom. He doesn’t know where he is and doesn’t remember who he is. He finds a very strange household whose members insist he is part of their family. When the creepy dad starts asking him strange questions, theMoreAn eleven year old boy wakes up in a bedroom. He doesn’t know where he is and doesn’t remember who he is. He finds a very strange household whose members insist he is part of their family. When the creepy dad starts asking him strange questions, the boy notes his observations in a journal, to solve the puzzle of his very peculiar situation.A mystery with twists and turns Dan Brown would admire.Editorial Reviews:From Stacey Turner, of The Author Spot(http://staceyturner-authorspot.blogsp...)“For a very entertaining, quick read- look no farther than The Strange Journal of the Boy Henry. Its compelling, amusing and entertaining all in one. Lets face it, good writing is good writing regardless of the age group its intended for. Fans of suspense & intrigue will really be pleased.”From Nordic Reader’s Ingmar Berglund:“A now commonplace idea made new- a complex plot laid out in simple detail. Henry’s Journal is one hell of a read.”Excerpt:Entry 1I was woken, this morning, by a man’s voice.“Time to get up, son,” is what I heard, over and over. So I opened my eyes and saw him. He was sitting on the bed, staring down at me.“You sleep okay?” he asked.And he smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder.“My little prince,” he continued. “You sleep okay?”I didn’t know how to answer him. Because I didn’t know this man. I’d never seen him before in my life.He had black hair and a mustache and light blue eyes. His skin was very pale. Almost pinkish, like he’d just taken a bath. He had big hands and long arms.“You sleep okay?” he asked me again.“I think so,” I told him.“Well, time to get up. You and your brother both.”And he looked across the room, so I looked there too. I saw another bed with a boy about my age. He wore blue pajamas, and was laying on his stomach- but his eyes were on me. His head was shaved all around the bottom, leaving a brown clump on top. And I didn’t know him either.“Where am I?” I asked the man.“Home, of course,” the man said. “Where else?”I didn’t have an answer for him. I wanted to panic. Am I crazy? Or was he? What if he was? I better just play along, I decided.“Let me know if you start feeling faint or dizzy, Henry,” the man said.Henry. I’m pretty sure that that’s my name.“You’ve been ill,” he said. “Anyway, I’m making breakfast and you’re gonna like it.”He rose, and I saw that he was tall. He sighed and smiled at the same time, then left the room.The boy stared at me and I stared at him. It was weird. We just looked at each other for like a whole minute. Then he got up and walked out too.I looked around at the room. The walls are a light blue, and there’s a map of the world, another of the universe, and a Periodic Table. There’s also a picture of a sword and a shield. A round window hangs above the boy’s bed. The glass is blurred, so you can’t really see anything outside. You can only tell that there’s sunlight. Aside from our two beds, there’re two desks.I didn’t know this room.I tried to remember what my room should be like. What my dad should look like. And my brother – the man had said the boy was my brother. When did I have a brother? I couldn’t remember. It was all blank.I wanted to scream: where in the world am I??I made a decision to not freak out.