THURSDAY 06th OCTOBER 2011
I have decided to take a twist on the murder Crime/Thriller novels and give my nerves a bit of a rest. I am reading this (albeit a Crime story – this is about arson) on a recommendation of a lovely lady at Geek Club who has kindly let me borrow this. I am onto Chapter 4 already. I love the style of writing and how the book opens with the character telling the story as if to her husband, not the reader. I appreciate the vocabulary used and the authors interesting technique of putting descriptive sentences together. Examples so far:
‘Even your appearances on TV in a jungle on the other side of the world are watched by me and the children on our family squashy sofa; the foreign mediated through the familiar.’ (I especially love that latter part of the sentance)
‘The sound of burning, hissing and spitting; a giant serpent of fire coiling through the building.’
I found these particular sentances extremely evocative. Plus, despite not being a mother myself, I have a huge amount of compassion and understanding for her fear about her children which I get from the authors words.
A week after the freak heatwave of an Indian Summer in the North East, tonight it is a very chilly October night and I intend to get snuggled into a couple more chapters.
SUNDAY 09th OCTOBER 2011
Sitting cosied up in my bedroom reading a few sneaky chapters before I have a sleep to prepare for night shift, I thought I would provide my Littlewolves with an update on my progress.
I am now up to Chapter 14 and again, I am going to rave on how much I am loving the style of this author’s writing. The concept that she is still telling the story to her husband and not reader works exceptionally well.
I particularly like in Chapter 8 how the story unfolds on what happened at the Prize giving; I love how it flits back and forth between Grace’s flashbacks and the Police Interview, it is a clever concept and works so well.
In Chapter 9, I found it intriguing that Grace describes anxiety as:
‘often tucked in a pocket, a problem slipped up a sleeve, fears hidden under a jumper. You had to wait patiently for the pocket to be emptied as you drove home; a rumpled problem pulled out during homework; the fear finally revealed from under the jumper on the sofa at teatime.You had to wait till bath-time to hear if there was anything really big; I suppose there was nowhere for it to hide anymore.’
Such a simple context, but conjures up such imagery and meaning.
Now, back to the book….
TUESDAY 11th OCTOBER 2011
I finished the last few pages of this book whilst all tucked up in bed last night. This has been a pleasure to read, the poetic style of how the sentences are strung into paragraphs truly is magical.
From the start of the book, the author uses an imagery of being stuck at the bottom of the ocean. This theme continues throughout and ends on that final note beautifully with extracts such as:
I think of Adam far above me, up there on the surface in his inflatable lifeboat made out of other people’s breath.
I think of Jenny reaching the shore of adulthood.
Another extract I love is:
I felt the future curled up inside of me,; my body a Russian doll of time.
I really have learnt from this book the importance of descriptions, metaphors and how wonderful a poetic flow of a sentence and conjure up some imagery and provoke such emotion and thought.
Onto the next book…..
Love Missuswolf xxx