It would be unfair to judge this book against its predecessor, but one can't help but do so; the original novel, World from Rough Stones, is such an extraordinarily powerful novel with so much drive and emotion I was breathless on every page. In the sequel, the odds are no longer so overwhelming,...
When it produced no apparent discovery, he turned his hands palm outwards and shrugged. “No idea,” he said. The charade had drawn Nora’s attention to his body. A poor thing compared with John’s. A poor performer, too. “Be serious,” she said. She was...
‘Maybe I should wear a tie?’ he murmured. ‘Did Adam say to wear a tie?’ Nicole asked. ‘No.’ ‘Then don’t bother. Did you get the wine from our cellar?’ He lifted it out of the umbrella stand. ‘Château Curé Bon la Madeleine. We must bring back more of this next year.’ Lena-such-a-sad-case came out ...
Willard stabbed a finger toward the heart of its radiance. ‘Over there!’ Marianne smiled; he always thought it so important to know his way around. For him, Hell must be a new foreign city for which he had no map. Arm in arm they walked down Queen Street toward the river. He asked her: ‘When you ...
César’s once-black hair and beard had turned slate gray and, though not receding, it had thinned. They both looked too old to be the parents of three such lively youngsters, Hélène, Bernard, and Delfine, the youngest, who was just toddling. Cries of “Attention, Delfine!” punctuated Abigail’s and ...