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Well...It just kind of seems confusing to me. None of it makes sense. I probably wouldn't read it, if it were me. Sorry! :)
I like some of the lines, but.....not interested;)
I would continue reading. I want to know why this strange woman has picked up the child and exactly what she means by "Lightning has struck me all my life. Just once it was real."
Thanks for joining in! Please elaborate on why you're not interested, Cricket. What makes you want to stop reading and put it back on the shelf?
Cricket said:I like some of the lines, but.....not interested;)
Scribbler, methinks the structure throws me off, maybe arranged somewhat differently it would have flowed better for my own tastes. Hope that helps;)
scribbler said:Thanks for joining in! Please elaborate on why you're not interested, Cricket. What makes you want to stop reading and put it back on the shelf?
Cricket said:I like some of the lines, but.....not interested;)
Chapter Title: Return.Oh yes, we're here.
She knew, even after all these years. Something about the slope of the road, the way the trajectory of the car began to curve upwards, a perception of shape and motion that, despite being unused for thirty years, was still engraved on her mind, to be reawakened by the subtle coincidence of movement and inclination.
'We're here,' she said out loud. She grabbed her daughter's hand and squeezed. Their escort in the back of the car shifted on the shiny plastic seat, perhaps in relief at the prospect of imminent escape. She could smell him. Damp cloth (it was raining) and cheap aftershave and old sweat.
Oh yes, we're here. She knew, even after all these years. Something about the slope of the road, the way the trajectory of the car began to curve upwards, a perception of shape and motion that, despite being unused for thirty years, was still engraved on her mind, to be reawakened by the subtle coincidence of movement and inclination.
'We're here,' she said out loud. She grabbed her daughter's hand and squeezed. Their escort in the back of the car shifted on the shiny plastic seat, perhaps in relief at the prospect of imminent escape. She could smell him. Damp cloth (it was raining) and cheap aftershave and old sweat.
Okay, next book is up and same guidelines apply. Please rate it "read on" or "put back on the shelf", based solely upon those opening lines. :)
The Glass Room by Simon Mawer ( this was a finalist for the 2009 Man Booker Prize)Chapter Title: Return.Oh yes, we're here.
She knew, even after all these years. Something about the slope of the road, the way the trajectory of the car began to curve upwards, a perception of shape and motion that, despite being unused for thirty years, was still engraved on her mind, to be reawakened by the subtle coincidence of movement and inclination.'We're here,' she said out loud. She grabbed her daughter's hand and squeezed. Their escort in the back of the car shifted on the shiny plastic seat, perhaps in relief at the prospect of imminent escape. She could smell him. Damp cloth (it was raining) and cheap aftershave and old sweat.
Cast your vote please! Read on or put back on the shelf. :) . I'm on the fence here. I'd probably read on although it didn't grab me much and only because I knew it was up for the Booker prize.
So I'm voting read on.
If you liked that, you can read the full first chapter at his site and learn more about the book there.
http://www.simonmawer.com/TheGlassRoom.htm
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