Eleven years ago Dana Hillman's husband caught fire and then disappeared. Dana, a photographer who joins the Israeli pro-Palestine activists at demonstrations in the occupied territories and writes trashy romance novels in secret to pay her bills, has never given up hope of seeing him again. Ever...
i would give this book three and a half if possible, for i did end up enjoying it! it was an unlikely candidate for being a book i became immersed in, but i thought it would be decent at least, and when one lives far from any good collection of english language books, you just aren´t that picky! ...
The bigger children are playing army. They’re using sticks for pretend rifles. A boy I don’t know is the commander.I find a rifle and join the game. We do left right left attention at ease salute. I don’t really understand left right left. Everyone walks left right left. There’s no other way to w...
His boyfriend François walked out on him. He’s saying he’s going to sell the hotel and either go away or kill himself. He says the hotel will be demolished and turned into condo units, or else it’ll become a brothel and crackhouse. He followed me all day today, talking nonstop about François. He ...
My T-shirt was clinging to me and the sheets felt as if they’d been immersed in water. It was dark out, but my hostage-taker had left the light on in the bathroom and I saw that he was curled up in a sleeping bag at the other end of the warehouse. I wondered whether I should wake him, but as it t...
This is where they make their appearance, the demons who rise from the underworld to clutch at our ankles. It’s silver, in fact, this notebook, not kryptonite green; I remember how pleased I was with the colour when I bought it, just before we graduated—how fitting it seemed, for soon I’d be star...