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ide because the thought of having to dig them out made him feel almost as if he’d
inside because the thought of having to dig them out made him feel almost as if he’d become an intruder in his own home.
In the end, the ready meals were already cooling on the plates
In the end, the ready meals were already cooling on the plates
Algernon’s feet, constricted by brand-new leather shoes, dangled a good two inches above a bare wooden floor where he sat. The narrow bed, metal-framed and identical in every way to all the others in the dormitory, sagged wearily beneath him, and a coarse woollen over-blanket made the back of his legs itch. A single pillow, where he was to lay his head that night, whispered to him of other schoolboys’ nightmares still caught inside its cotton slip.
Algernon’s bony knees, poking out from black flannel shorts, sported ruddy brown grazes which peppered their way over the bulge of his kneecaps before disappearing into the carefully folded cuffs of his new grey socks. Dragging a nail along the skin of his right leg he gathered a line of pinprick scabby crusts, which, when bringing his finger up close to his face, he was able to examine closely. Each one, he thought, was a beautiful relic of the life he’d left behind. He flicked the debris from his nail onto the floor and watched how a single tear of blood trickled down his shin before rather satisfyingly staining the cuff of his new grey socks. His knees told of a very recent and daringly triumphant act of bravery and for a brief, liberatin
Algernon’s bony knees, poking out from black flannel shorts, sported ruddy brown grazes which peppered their way over the bulge of his kneecaps before disappearing into the carefully folded cuffs of his new grey socks. Dragging a nail along the skin of his right leg he gathered a line of pinprick scabby crusts, which, when bringing his finger up close to his face, he was able to examine closely. Each one, he thought, was a beautiful relic of the life he’d left behind. He flicked the debris from his nail onto the floor and watched how a single tear of blood trickled down his shin before rather satisfyingly staining the cuff of his new grey socks. His knees told of a very recent and daringly triumphant act of bravery and for a brief, liberatin
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One of the best books I’ve read. The writing itself is wonderful, the characters are so beautifully drawn, with an emotional balance that’s pitch perfect- an absolute joy to read. It’s not hyperbole to say that I laughed out loud, was brought to tears, and felt as if I’d spent time with real people. It’s an unusual cast of characters, not ones you’d normally put in the same room, much less the same book, but it works. The addition of Jacob, “st No. 5”. Is the perfect counterweight to what could otherwise be too serious. I highly recommend this book.
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