The top five write-in votes in each of the categories become official nominees. Voting opens to 15 official nominees, and write-in votes can be placed for any eligible book (see eligibility below). Winners will be announced December 10, 2019. Without waiting for an answer, Nostalgia Nalan pointed her torch to the path on their left and marched on, failing to notice the strange smile that had descended on Sabotage’s face and the glaze that had settled in his eyes.The 2019 Goodreads Choice Awards have three rounds of voting open to all registered Goodreads members. ‘And were you able to find Leila’s grave?’ Jameelah enquired, changing the subject to dispel the tension. ‘Well, I’m not expecting you to appreciate it,’ said Nalan, sounding offended. ‘You brought a lethal vodka to a cemetery?’ said Zaynab122, and shook her head. But in Poland, they drink it at funerals – to toast the dead. Dentists give it to their patients before they extract teeth. ‘You bet! But no other vodka comes close. ‘So that was vodka ?’ Humeyra asked incredulously. We fight over who invented baklava, was it the Turks or the Lebanese or the Syrians or the Greeks … and those Slavs have their own vodka wars.’ Polish vodka – or Ukrainian, Russian or Slovak. ‘Your liquor,’ said Humeyra walking towards her. ‘Okay, let’s go! It’s this way,’ rose a voice from the shadows. ‘Hey, stop it.’ Humeyra took back the flask and put the lid on. It felt good, and in a flash he downed another slurp. ‘I don’t know, but I liked it,’ said Sabotage, and snatched the flask for another quick gulp. She screwed up her face and hunched over. Grabbing the flask from her, Sabotage guzzled an impressive draught. Humeyra and Zaynab122 glanced at each other. How am I going to walk in this state? Or dig up a grave?!’ ‘Why don’t you smoke your joint?’ Jameelah suggested helpfully. It’s death that makes my blood run cold.’ I told you girls about the men in my family. ‘You know it’s a disaster when you drink.’ He said, ‘That liquor she gave you … Why don’t we have a sip?’ If Humeyra, despite the tranquillizers she had taken, was becoming nervous, Sabotage was feeling worse. ‘Relax, we’re not going to die,’ said Zaynab122. Then another walks off and meets the same end …’ It happens only a few yards from the group but they don’t know it, of course. One of them leaves the others, and is brutally killed. ‘You realize this is how it begins,’ Humeyra murmured. Now without a torch, and with the moon hiding momentarily behind a cloud, the four of them were left in the darkness. Then she handed the flask to Humeyra, the only other person in the group who could consume alcohol: ‘Try it, but be careful.’ Taking out a flask from the inside of her jacket, she drank a hefty glug to fortify herself.

She needed to be alone for a brief moment and collect her thoughts. ‘Maybe one of us should come with you?’ Jameelah looked concerned.

‘Why don’t you all stay here? I’ll go and check,’ said Nalan. ‘These markers are so weird,’ muttered Humeyra. Back then the word ‘dyslexia’ had not yet entered the Dictionary of Daily Life in the village, and neither the teacher nor the headmaster had shown Nalan any sympathy. She saw herself as a little boy clad in an ugly uniform, hair cropped painfully short, beaten by the teacher in front of the whole class for poor spelling and poorer grammar. To this day, one of her recurring dreams involved her being back at school. She frowned, as if suspecting someone was mocking her. In the passing light of her torch, Nostalgia Nalan read aloud: ‘Seven thousand and forty, seven thousand and twenty-four, seven thousand and forty-eight …’ Here the grave numbers seemed haphazard, out of sequence. Having arrived at a corner where the path started up again, the band of friends came to a halt.

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