داستانهاش شکلِ فیلمهای تیم برتون ه! شخصیتهای منزویِ تنهایِ لوزرطور که اتفاقهای عجیبِ فانتزیطوری میافته براشون و ریاکشنهای غیرمنطقی و اگزجرهای نشون میدن. تصویرِ جلدش هم این تصویرِ تیم برتونی رو بولدتر میکرد توی ذهنم. چشمهای گودرفتهی شخصیتها و پوست رنگپریده و لاغریِ بیشازحد و اینا....
I have really mixed feelings about this book. My main problem with it is that the main plot thread only really begins more than halfway through the novel. Prior to that, it's a pleasant little book about life in Devon during the Second World War. It is almost a collection of short stories, a s...
And having slept while the last trace of daylight drained away unsettles her, as if she’s woken beneath a stone. She pulls on her dressing gown, retrieves her things from the bathroom and mops up the water on the floor in the corridor where she fell. For a minute or two sh...
He had me travel up to Welbeck for a meeting where he told me all about his tunnelling plans. In some shape or form he had already worked out in his head what he wanted – he always had quite firm ideas – though he never mentioned to me what purpose they were to serve. Well, to be honest, tunnels ...
He’d thrown the ball up several times – higher, then a little higher – when he succeeded in throwing it up with such determination that it failed to come back down. It was as if the ball, having reached its zenith, just sort of hung there. Daniel brought a hand up to his e...
Something to liven up a Sunday afternoon. The idea that this might have somehow helped conjure up the Bee King would not occur to them until much later on. They had done their rounds, winding up at the allotments around four o’clock with no obvious means of entertainment until Aldred found the re...
Or a sort of emptiness It’s like an ache. Or a sort of emptiness It’s like an ache. Or a sort of emptiness. I begin to see the sense in the wearing of black – a widow’s weeds. It warns the rest of humanity that you’re a-comin’. Like a bell or a big black flag. It also makes you look on the outs...