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Diane Setterfield

The Thirteenth Tale

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  • Jelena Ranđelovićцитирует2 года назад
    We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all.
  • Jelena Ranđelovićцитирует2 года назад
    Do you know the feeling when you start reading a new book before the membrane of the last one has had time to close behind you? You leave the previous book with ideas and themes — characters even — caught in the fibers of your clothes, and when you open the new book, they are still with you.
  • Jelena Ranđelovićцитирует2 года назад
    The twilight seemed to have penetrated my soul; I felt an unearthly weariness. My birthday. My deathday.
  • Jelena Ranđelovićцитирует2 года назад
    But the labyrinth inside her head was too complex for him to navigate, and the thread that led her from one word to the next had slipped through her fingers in the darkness.
  • Jelena Ranđelovićцитирует2 года назад
    December gives me headaches and diminishes my already small appetite. It makes me restless in my reading. It keeps me awake at night with its damp, chilly darkness. There is a clock inside me that starts to tick on the first of December, measuring the days, the hours and the minutes, counting down to a certain day, the anniversary of the day my life was made and then unmade: my birthday. I do not like December.
  • Jelena Ranđelovićцитирует2 года назад
    She might have loved a cheerful, chatty daughter, whose brightness would have helped banish her own fears. As it was, she was afraid of my silences.
  • Jelena Ranđelovićцитирует2 года назад
    I lived in shadows, had made friends with my grief, but in my mother’s house I knew my sorrow was unwelcome.
  • Jelena Ranđelovićцитирует2 года назад
    Of course all amputees hanker after the state of twinness. Ordinary people, untwins, seek their soul mate, take lovers, marry. Tormented by their incompleteness they strive to be part of a pair. The Missus was no different from anyone else in this respect. And she had her other half: John-the-dig.
  • Jelena Ranđelovićцитирует2 года назад
    the secret tattoo Charlie bore inside his body, his sister’s name etched onto his bone. How long would the inscription have remained? Could a living bone mend itself? Or was it with him till he died? In his coffin, underground, as his flesh rotted away from the bone, was the name Isabelle revealed to the darkness?
  • Jelena Ranđelovićцитирует2 года назад
    I shall start at the beginning. Though of course the beginning is never where you think it is. Our lives are so important to us that we tend to think the story of them begins with our birth. First there was nothing, then I was born…. Yet that is not so. Human lives are not pieces of string that can be separated out from a knot of others and laid out straight. Families are webs. Impossible to touch one part of it without setting the rest vibrating. Impossible to understand one part without having a sense of the whole.
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