buku ke 4 dari serial Ingo.Alur cerita paling menarik dari yang serial ini.Namun ada kekurangannya.Buku ini menceritakan tentang perjalanan yang harus ditempati remaja bangsa Mer di awal masa dewasa mereka.Nah, sayangnya, dengan perairan bumi yang luas ini, ceritanya kok terasa singkat ya? Well, ...
Well, this book wasn't what I expected at all. I picked it because I saw it had won the Orange award, and went into it not knowing much else about it. The cover made me think I was in for a romance novel with heaving bosoms and complicated schemes to bring about unexpected and perhaps diasapprove...
I've given this a three but honestly, I can't remember what rating I would have given. I'm sure I already wrote a review for this book and a few others that have come up unrated.I enjoyed the rest of this series though, though the lead character was often annoying, so hopefully my score for this ...
With Your Crooked Heart is definitely a dark and moody read, so if you need something uplifting, maybe you should set this aside for a day you're feeling cynical. It isn't Dunmore's best, but it was interesting, to say the least.The novel centers around the life of Louise, a once-beautiful and co...
“Ingo’s a place that has many names, ” says Granny Carne. “You can call it Mer, Mare, or Meor…Earth and Ingo don’t mix, even though we live side by side. Earth and Ingo aren’t always friends…”Despite Granny Carne’s words, in Helen Dunmore’s fantastic fantasy Earth and Ingo do mix–with consequence...
Mourning Ruby is more or less about a mother who is grieving the tragic loss of her five-year-old daughter. But the "more or less" part cannot be overlooked. If it weren't for the title and the ominous cover picture featuring a little girl skipping in the leaves in a red dress, the reader would...
http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/5...Although this book is titled 'House of Orphans', we actually meet very few orphans, in fact only Eeva, female protagonist of the story, and Anna Lusa, who runs the orphanage. The orphanage is just used to set the scene for the story of Eeva because it is t...
His moist jowls, lucent and young as the tuck where a baby’s buttock and thigh join, quiver a little, preparing to meet the order he’s given. A tall glass skims the waitress’s breasts. He holds on, spoon poised to see if the syrup’ll trickle right p...
The dolphins are taking us somewhere human beings have never dreamed about. I’m sure that even Faro could never survive here, if he weren’t riding with the dolphins. The world outside the current goes by in a blur. We can’t see or hear or feel anything except the pressure of the current sweeping ...
I call up the stairs. It’s Sunday night. Mum and Roger are painting the baseboards in Mum’s bedroom. They have stripped off the dingy cabbage rose wall paper, and now the bedroom walls are bare to the plaster. Our landlady says we can decorate as much as we like, and I’m not surprised. Her paint ...
I shiver and stumble as I scramble up the rocks. Faro’s gone, and the rough gray surface of the sea hides everything. Why didn’t I leave some dry clothes up on the rocks, above the tide line? Because you didn’t know you were going to Ingo, of course, you idiot. And now I’m...
‘There’s the chance of a Ford Prefect,’ he told Isabel, with a quirking smile that hid his pride. ‘But how can we afford it?’ asked Isabel. ‘It’s ancient. It belonged to one of Dr Ingoldby’s patients.’ ‘Is he going to let you have it cheaply?’ ‘The old chap’s dead, and his wife doesn’t drive. I w...
I see dark, glittering eyes and a tangle of hair like seaweed. I hold my own hands out, palm up.“I won’t hurt you,” I say, and drop to my knees, keeping a distance. Surely he’ll see that I am not a threat.Slowly, slowly, the hand gripping the stone relaxes. Even more slowly, he lowers his arm.“Wh...
Felicia comes to the door with the child in her arms. The two of them look at me out of eyes that are shaped the same, then Felicia smiles as if she’s glad to see me.‘This is Jeannie,’ she says, and the baby turns her head into her mother’s shoulder. Her hair is as fine as thistledown, and pale. ...
They are covered in sandbags, or wooden planking. They’ve been carried down to cellars, or camouflaged. Peter’s bronze horse no longer rears above the city, smashing the air. His hooves beat against the sand which packs against him and the planks that mask him.The whole city is going into disguis...
It’s almost dark. Lily and the children have changed from the London express on to the branch line. There’s a stretch of single-track railway ahead. As each train goes through, the driver hands over the key he carries to the waiting train at the other end. There is only ever one key, and it must ...