The Woman in Cabin 10 by Ruth Ware

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In this audio I'm just reading page 1 of the book The Woman in Cabin 10 by Ruth Ware. This is just to give an example of me reading a book.

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Teen (13-17)


North American (General)


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the woman in Campins on a novel by roof, where, in my dream, the girl was drifting far, far below the crashing waves and the cries of the goals and cold some of steps of the North Sea. Her laughing eyes were William, bloated with salt water. Her pill skin was wrinkled, her clothes route by jagged rocks and disintegrating into arrives on Lee. Her long black hair remained floating through the water like fonds of dark sea, we tangling and shows and fishing nets washing up on the shore in Hank's like freed rope, where it lay limp, the roar of the crashing waves against the shingle filling. My years, I woke heavy with dread. It took me a while to remember why Waas and still longer to realize that the roar might years was not part of the dream. Put Riel. The room was dark, with the same damn missed I felt in my dream, and as I pulled myself to sitting, I felt a cool breeze on my cheek. It sounded like the noise was coming from the bathroom. I climbed off the bed, shivering slightly. The door was shut, but as I walked across to it I could hear the roar building the pitcher, my heart rising alongside. Taking my courage in both hands, I flung open the door. The noise of the shower filling the small room is that groups for the switch light flooded the bathroom, and that's when I saw it. We're in across the steaming mirror, letters maybe six inches high, where the words stop digging.