It had taken more than three months to lift Olivia out of the fog, to find her voice and shake it out, and then to pry her from the house, not for school, but for what Miranda called an “educational journey” to Spain—a test run, an emotional stability experiment, or, if Miranda squinted, a vacation. A vacation from the last three months. Olivia was on the bus from the airport to Barcelona. The bus was moving very fast. She felt the bumps and swayed with the turns, languidly reaching for the bar in front of her while her sister clutched the edge of the seat and scowled. Maybe the bus was not moving at all; maybe the scenery was moving very fast. Mountains, green dragon-like and ridge-backed, rippled past with bulges like vertebrae, snaking around the bus and hoarding in their center a softly glowing red and yellow city. Their summits reared and roared and shrank back again, hiding and then revealing small pink houses. Olivia sat thinking about mountains. She had never seen mountains like this, except in pictures.
What do You think about Queens Of All The Earth (2011)?
