Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
You would be lucky if you were to get to your toes if you were counting the amount of beautiful days for a picnic in London, England. When Mother Nature grants you a day with slightly overcast skies and a forty percent chance of precipitation you might as well take full advantage of the offer.... Continue Reading →
"There were two points of view he was having troubles reconciling. From the first one, he was seeing himself as some sort of adventurer, who was following his instincts in his quest for something great, just not well defined. From the second one, he was morally bankrupt, irresponsible criminal, who was lying and stealing to... Continue Reading →
"Without an author, a novel wouldn't be written, but without a reader, a novel would have no effect. Without readers, novels can't be. We don't only read novels - we create them. A novel makes us laugh or cry, it gives us good or bad ideas and it enriches or impoverishes us. Characters, just as... Continue Reading →
" 'We are obliged to consider every person,' Said her father deliberately, in his professional voice, 'who has not been judged guilty by a court of law, to be innocent: that's one of the principles of democracy. It is also the principle of a country under the rule of law.' " Cordelia Eleonara Fogg is... Continue Reading →
It is September 1979, the start of a new school year and you know what that means; the buses are fuelled to the brim, the kids are fully charged, old friends are reunited, and teachers have their red felt pen ready for harsh criticism. All Oliver "Boo" Dalrymple wants to do is walk through the... Continue Reading →
I will start this review by letting you all know that this is not my first Keith Donohue book. I previously read the critically-acclaimed The Stolen Child which brought faerie changelings to the forefront as replacement children in their happy families. Despite the positive response I didn't feel as strongly about that book as the... Continue Reading →
"The sound cuts off, and Carly stares at the dead phone like she wants to crush it in her fist. Thunder shakes the house again, and a flash of lightning illuminates the shabby living room. Suddenly everything seems very still. The wind goes silent. Our eyes meet in the dim light. We both know, deep... Continue Reading →
"I was dead. That in itself didn't concern me much. I'd never been afraid of death. Of dying, yes; of a painful end, or a premature one - important things left undone - definitely. But the thought of actually being dead held no particular terror for me. I remembered the moment of my birth, and... Continue Reading →
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